wandering
A face marked by time where the gaze is lost in the distance of an endless wandering. What could this lonely soul dream of, what could this man, born in the harshest and most primitive of sanctuaries on earth, the desert, home of the nomad and the kingdom of camels, think? Tomorrow he will go to other horizons, maybe never to come back again, whatever ...! What is written will happen, fatalism rules his life.
Bouzidi Kaddour, Algeria, Laghouat