I wasn't sure what the deal was on 'borrowing' the apples at the village so I settled for capturing a moment.
He looked quite surprised when he emerged from the tree and found my camera and I. He ran a hand over his little hair-gelled head and ran off after his parents.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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