No matter where I am in the world, I am intrigued by indigenous people holding onto their culture in a contemporary urban invironment.
I do know where the wanderlust comes from – spent my entire childhood with my head in a book, or more likely thousands of books all set in places more exotic or interesting than home. Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are ultimately responsible for this photo. And the ones I will take in Moscow one day. HopefullyContinue reading “Travelling again and again”