
People of all races, ages n from different countries I often talked to during my photowalk. Travelling to their places was expensive for me. Just picked up my camera n with a couple of dollars I drove off in my small red Volkswagen of 16 yrs old, the poor man sports car to my favorite place.
The environment remained same but the movement of people changed.
Some pleasant to chat with, some awesome to look at n some a recall of “having seen at such a place n time.” Over a cupper of black coffee we yarned of old times! I seldom missed my photowalk. The virus had spoilt it!