On the way to Willium Nagar, East Garo hills, an fearful experience of a weekly market
My daughter, my muse, she is ever changing her look - but always beautiful. My favorite model, almost always willing to pose for me.
After colorful Autumn leaves were gone the trees looked drab, but earth awakened from its slumber through the powers of nature.
A festival of Art, Expression, Freedom, Friendship, Party and anything that you want to do for a week in the middle of The Nevada Desert.
Reflecting the Changes in Chicago's West Loop