4th January 2010
The first haircut of the year. The hairdresser wasn't young but seemed strangely nervous, dropping the comb twice. Each time, a burst of shaky patter after he picked it up.
When he switched on the razor, I stopped breathing.
But nothing except hair was cut off. So say hello to the new me.
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2 comments:
I really like this photo. It's the subtlety of the hillocks and the interplay of the light with the stone head casually lying on the ground. Thanks.
I really like the place. I wish I could reach in this place someday.
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