The pace of change seems to get faster as he gets older - its getting to a point where the world is unrecognisable to what it once was. He still makes the effort to complete his daily pilgrimage. Lets face it - who else in this bustle of a city would now take the time to come and feed the birds. Yet the effort is becoming more and more frightening. The people are in hordes, and among their faces are non he recognises. They are all so young and boisterous - and the city has become all hustle and bustle. There are faces from cultures he doesn't trust, and beggars that he fears may steal. How long he'll be able to make this journey for he doesn't know, but he worries. Who will feed the birds?
|Camera:||Canon EOS 5D MkII |
|Lens:||EF200mm f/2.8L II USM |
|Recording media:||RAW (digital)|
|Date Taken:||20 Oct 2012 - 11:55 AM|
|Lens Max Aperture:||f/2.8|
|Flash:||Off, Did not fire|