This year I’ve wandered all over the place. In search of what? Transcendence? What does this word transcendence really mean to me? A dance that is transitory?
From Sierra Leone, West Africa to Hastings, England and myriad locations inbetween. Today I shed another layer of dead skin. Tomorrow will I notice the difference? Everything is temporary.
These pictures tell the story of some of the places I’ve visited this year.