Between rusty closed curtains, i saw him..dirty glasses were almost hiding his face..
I pretended i was watching my camera, but with its screen rotated, i captured him fast and went on my walk..
When i saw him first, he was looking at other side but when opening the image at home... i saw his eyes, watching at me.
I read them...
I went back the following day, to offer him the only things i was able to: a smile.. a word, maybe..
But the old shop was empty.
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1 comment:
wonderful image ! The expression of the face can say so many things. good work sil.
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