The day is burnt up in smoke,
The spirits rise as he calls'
Listening is the wind,
Gods nowhere to be found,
Spirits through the wind
Sweet smelling incense,
Do you smell it...God/s?
wow,very timely capture,you actually captured the smoke!The man's expression is hard to interpret..a look of where-is-God-defiance? a look of empty searching? very well taken portrait:)
7 Feb 2008 4:01pm
@tyan: Thank you for your observation, I tried to capture his internal turmoil as the smoke made it all vaporize somehow. Thank you again.