"The sound of church bells and a procession of school kids dressed in black headed toward the end of the street where a wide set of stairs wrapped around the exterior of an ancient building.
i caught up and quickly passed without giving them a glance, climbed the stairs and waited at the half way point for them to pass me.
i held my camera low figuring i’d leave it mostly to chance.
Once past the last child gave me a face and stuck her tongue out. i stuck my tongue out in kind and she turned away laughing.
A few days ago i dreamt of a pale grey sky crossed by over head wires and crows so black they seemed like holes into an endless night."
-Gary Isaacs
-Gary Isaacs
(This quote is from the caption of this photograph. Please look through his photos and read his stories both will not disappoint.)
This work has a marvelous haunting beauty. I'm absolutely infatuated with them, apparently desolate solitude calls my name every time.
