a potpourri of faces

in my past life, i must have been a gypsy. wandering along strange lands and trying to understand people conversing in strange tongues. along the way, i gathered haunting places, unforgettable faces, poorly captured photos and litters of memories.

here are some of them.



swallowed by the sunset

flute in greens

daddy and son





a penny for your song

boys at play


bike for hire

boy in a window

the saddest jester

cocktales




strawberries for a smile


the playing field



men at work (making noodles)

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