Tuesday, January 18, 2011
There's a remarkable beauty in weathered things. The peeling paint on old buildings, rusty hardware, lines on peoples faces and eroded cliffs all bear witness to the passage of time. It's etched on their surfaces like a mysterious story written in a forgotten language.
|a weathered building in Granada, Nicaragua|
|partially restored church Granada, Nicaragua|
|Mayan ruins-Tikal, Guatemala|
|Selected works from my Secret Garden Series|
|Manos Santos/Blessed Hands|