You may say that my bliss is my camera. However, my bliss is really afterwards, when I see the images on the LCD after I’m done with my walk. Then greater bliss, when I can get the images processed. It’s almost like film, when you have to wait until you can hold the photos in you hands. I miss film.
Yes, that’s that my reflection in the mirror. This is part of a printing shop in the neighborhood. Somehow, it looked like it was once a barber shop or beauty salon.
Another view of bliss – this group of boys are enjoying their afternoon snack at KFC near the river.