4:49 am… Time is ticking away; slowly it drips into my coffeepot.
Living On Earth – A Life of Off-Grid Minimalism
4:49 am… Time is ticking away; slowly it drips into my coffeepot.
4:36 am… Frantic songs cry out from the treetops, as the morning choir sing their praises to the rising Sun.
So young… I read “The Hustle,” from the first issue of Gravis to him, that section where I describe how addicts put on their sad faces while panhandling, and then once they get around the corner, they’re all smiles. “Wow,…
The most important things to utilize when approaching people in street photography are, your feet.