Wednesday, 30 July 2014


I take many many more photographs all the time. 
It is a strange habit, to look so hard and so quickly, like being the camera shutter itself. Sometimes you catch glimpses, those magic split seconds, sometimes you don't manage to synchronize eye and camera, and so the moment is etched on the memory instead. 
Here are a few glimpses of my time in France; some are sad, some are happy, all are just precious glimpses of other peoples lives as I pass by.