Photo Essay: A Swedish Winter Day from Noon to 4PM
Feeling crisp cold air rushing through my nostrils, breathing heavily trying to regulate the draft, mouth closed, all senses focused; I become fully aware of life happening breath by breath…
Feeling crisp cold air rushing through my nostrils, breathing heavily trying to regulate the draft, mouth closed, all senses focused; I become fully aware of life happening breath by breath…
Winter is here…
One of my dream documentary photography projects is to row across the lagoon with this little girl and see what daily life in one of the waterfront villages is like. Everyday, she along with a couple dozens of students row themselves to the Ebute Lekki side to attend school…
If you’ve been following the #TBEX hashtag on Twitter over the last few days, you’ve probably noticed tons of sentiments flying around.
I shy away from really old buildings (as in 50 years or older, talk less of 780+ years old) for many reasons. Mostly because I’d rather not share my room with previous residents from generations past.
It’s amazing how sheep in a foreign land take on more significance while one is traveling.