Images from Madagascar
As I’m looking at her through my lens and a few minutes later change the Nikon for the Hasselblad to also use my color slides, this vezu girl, 15 years young and so gorgeous, is quietly listening to some songs on my I-pod. Songs I wrote and sang about a year ago.
As this is happening, all of a sudden, I hear a plain coming by. Air Madagascar is flying in on thuesdays, once a week. This means. . . Means What excually? What is it, that she thinks when we both turn our heads and look up at the sky. Looking at this huge bird filled with humans. . .