“Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of soldiers’ dreams”
― Bashō


After years of war I wanted to roam once more with a simple camera, a pocket filled with rolls of film, to rekindle that love. To see the light again through the car’s window, a lovers gaze, the half eaten meal before me, the flower before it wilts, a life reflected in the mirror.
Simple, raw, unfiltered; life as it is.