Almost everywhere I travel some visual theme presents itself. In Turkey it was carts. In India it was the women in their saris, working in the fields, coming home from the store. In Morocco it was portals. All of these are documented on my blog. In Paris I became fascinated by men at work. Men doing all kinds of things. Waiting tables, making music, doing construction, blowing bubbles. I'm not sure how or when a theme presents itself to me. In Morocco it didn't take long to fall in love with all the portals. After all, Matisse did too! In Turkey the carts fascinated me. And in Paris, what can I say? It was the men.
Almost everywhere I travel some visual theme presents itself. In Turkey it was carts. In India it was the women in their saris, working in the fields, coming home from the store. In Morocco it was portals. All of these are documented on my blog. In Paris I became fascinated by men at work. Men doing all kinds of things. Waiting tables, making music, doing construction, blowing bubbles. I'm not sure how or when a theme presents itself to me. In Morocco it didn't take long to fall in love with all the portals. After all, Matisse did too! In Turkey the carts fascinated me. And in Paris, what can I say? It was the men. 
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