The smile

The smile

I asked her for what served the crowbar she had in the hand “to collect the garbage”  she told me, “it is my way of giving”.

@ Burning Man

Pen

Pen

He offered me a pen and asked me to draw a world on the  piece of the puzzle.  I wrote ” Passion”, other pieces of that puzzle where Love, Peace, Others.

@ Burning Man

God

God

He seemed to be somewhere else, he accepted that I take a picture of him, never looking at me; I liked the small half-smile on his face. He then walked to the Temple of Grace, he looked like God.

@ Burning Man