Striking thing to witness that, whatever I do, how far I can go, she’ll always be waiting for me to come back home. A mother in the fort. Jaisalmer, India, 2014.
I was there looking at the man on the top of the fort, but maybe I am this man looking over the birds. Or maybe I am the birds.
He used to smoke, too, but he never wore a turban. When I’ll be back home, I’ll do some portraits with him.