A glance, a look, a shy smile, a click. A picture. What I remember most from my travels are faces. Faces of the people I met, who are burn in my mind with the look in their eyes. Sometimes they’ve told me their story, sometimes you can read their story in their faces. People, I probably will never meet again.
These are the faces of Oman, for me.
Girl at Muscat Festival
Drummer at Muscat Festival
Two old men in Misfat
Boy at corniche in Al Seeb
Tobacco seller at souk in Al Seeb
Incense seller at souk in Muscat
Beggar near souk in Muscat
What kind of story are their faces telling you?