My original plan was a photowalk around this small town of Tanza. But when I hit the place, I end up trapped in a sea of palm and olive branches. The wind was blowing cold and the after-dawn sun was simply brilliant I couldn’t just let the festivity go by.
Then it occurred to me, I have been taking too many hip shots lately.
And that the only time I have the courage to really point the camera is when taking landscapes.
Or when granny’s not looking.
Ain’t that a shame.