Abstract Subtract

Who Knows When We'll be Coming Home Again

Doors & Numbers

I've always wondered what to write with each photo, and I've always wanted to post music on this blog.. This is it, then. 

 SO, here you go

The typical Arek shot

Another one, from Armenia
Really it's such a beautiful country that you can't not take good pictures

It's all about the pomegranate

Simplicity

... still looking for that kind of color in a picture!

Food & Drink

From picking fruits and vegetables

To a barbecue

To trying to protect what's not been harvested

To Salads and Greens

To Impromptu Yoghurt Freshness

To watering your food

To caring for your trees

To Transporting your food

To your End Product

Starry Night

Saturday night starry night,

I spin I spin I spin so bright

Hazy craze and lazy light,

I spin, spin out of sight

And as I spin the world does too,

Against my spine it goes through

And in this paradox we coincide,
I, for a moment, am still inside

Mr. Tutunji

We met Mr. Tutunji on our Saida phototrip. I'm not usually keen on talking up old people because - well, let's face it - most are grumpy. 

But it was he who started to talk to us. A very friendly, old man - unlike the cliché that is grumpy old men. I'm not much of a portrait person, but I found myself shooting him like he was the last old man alive.


And so, here I am, posting a Krikorian-style narrative, about Mr. Tutunji.

Here, he was explaining how the Tutunji family is spread over all sects.
"Because Religion is to God and Nation is to all" he said

He had piercing eyes

A very peaceful demeanor

And, on me, he made a lasting impact.

Shots from Balconies

So I got a tripod last week and have been shooting like crazy since then.
Love it!