Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The egg store.
I walk by her shop once a week. The eggs tower over each-other in crates creating a small glimpse of her aged and well worn face. She smiles. They say she loves her eggs, that she knows them very well and will not hesitate to advise you of their quality and good position. I hope to photograph her one day as she stands there with her eggs and all the solid wisdom that came along with them.
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