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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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.
ReplyDeleteI really like the place. I wish I could reach in this place someday.
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