Samuel Starck Sjøen Movies

The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.

As autumn colors fall.

The sun is dying as a sailboat enters and exits the frame along the coast of Jard-sur-Mer.

A solemn flower, dried out and left in shadow.

Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall, the thrill of being sheltered in your arms.

Twilight sets in along the coast of Jard-sur-Mer.