Wide awake at the crack of dawn. I wouldn’t mind but the guy next to me was sawing wood (snoring) much of the flight . . . not really, but I wanted to make sure you knew who this was from the return flight from London Heathrow AA 155.
I am looking for the water shots when you get some time. I will check back to the blog another time. By the way – I really like the way this shot capture both the modesty and the sublime sensuality of the cultural garb – Soft and vibrant femininity amongst the dull and drab coldness of stone.
Hi Conor,
Wide awake at the crack of dawn. I wouldn’t mind but the guy next to me was sawing wood (snoring) much of the flight . . . not really, but I wanted to make sure you knew who this was from the return flight from London Heathrow AA 155.
I am looking for the water shots when you get some time. I will check back to the blog another time. By the way – I really like the way this shot capture both the modesty and the sublime sensuality of the cultural garb – Soft and vibrant femininity amongst the dull and drab coldness of stone.
Chuck