The image I have of myself is of a boy watching, observing and marveling at the exotic life in its simplicity and its contradiction.
That image is one of only a few that stayed in my memory. Not that it is bad. More it seems to have its own life and when I try to invoke my memories often it seems that I am looking at blank sheets of paper. The result is to be present, to be present in the moment in the now. And maybe that photography gives me the greatest feeling of my life. In that moment I am completing, or withholding the curiosity and transiency of the moment I am observing.