Icy rivers meander
Moors form on the plain
The red rocks crumble above
Limestones of silver, grey
Skeletal fragments of marine organisms
Shadows are not what they seem
What is hidden here
Beneath the layers of life
A monument that stood to house neighbourhood kids
Motorcycles and bicycles piled up
In line to play soccer
He grabbed my notebook and began to draw
Our only form of communication.
Birds flying and fish swimming
Above and beyond the boats of Inle
Thanaka gleamed on his cheeks
He held up his fingers to show his age
To travel is to live
Travel, Photography and Lifestyle
Travelling in Latin America: On a budget, not on a shoestring
Photojournal of my travels, near and far.
seeking other views, places, sounds, lives, souls and selves.
Travel | Photography | Life
Travel, discover, capture.