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The Art of Leaving

Alana Nason. Wonder. Wander. Run like Hell.
Jaipur

Jaipur

Two and a half months ago he came down the stairs with big brown eyes and hands full of pigment. Tiny palms littered our cheeks in purple and blue to the tune of “Happy Holi!” 

When I asked if I could take his picture he stood up, spine straight, arms down, eyes peering steadily into the lens and whispered “Yes, yes, one photo please”

12 year old Poem, how tall you seem now. The color and quickness of away tiger striped across a one man marching band that rings,

“Here. Now. I am.”

Two and a half months ago he came down the stairs with big brown eyes and hands full of pigment. Tiny palms littered our cheeks in purple and blue to the tune of “Happy Holi!” 

When I asked if I could take his picture he stood up, spine straight, arms down, eyes peering steadily into the lens and whispered “Yes, yes, one photo please”

12 year old Poem, how tall you seem now. The color and quickness of away tiger striped across a one man marching band that rings,

“Here. Now. I am.”

Abandoned Halong Bay Island 2013

Cat Ba Island, Halong Bay, Vietnam  

Evening in Hanoi 

Evening in Hanoi 

Motorbike trip from Dong Hoi to Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park

Central Vietnam