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.
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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