Osaka Afternoons
They go there happily

Priorities

A cigar and a coffee while watching life go by

Waiting
Good things take time.

 

We have color
You just have to go look for them

 

Patience of a master
Writing who knows what, to go to who knows where to teach who knows who...

 

Always from above
In one way or another, we all work for a vice.

 

Street poetry
His soul writes what he sees happen before his eyes

I have walked so many times but no day is the same

 

 

Personal shelter
His armor against the sun and the camera.

 

Different dimensions.
And which one are you in?