I saw this delightful woman walking home along a dirt road outside Astana, Kazakhstan. After we'd talked for some time, she told me I was the first American she had ever met. We stood talking within view of Astana's shiny, oil-funded sky-scrapers, but she had never even left her village. Her personality was even warmer than her outfit.
After seeing this man every now and then along one of the main pedestrian streets in Prague, I finally approached him for a brief conversation. As we talked, he lit his cigarette and listened to me explaining my love of photographing people.
One can only imagine the life experiences this street performer in Asheville, NC reflects upon while playing his blues.
