adventures in reflective surfaces
Flight from Bogota to Armenia, Colombia
After 6 years away, I decided to make a return visit to Colombia, where I was born and visit my mother. It would not be an easy trip. I deliberately stayed away that long because I was working on myself and in the process had become a different person: a person my mother did not like-a person with a voice. My own voice. Not hers. Mine. This pic was taken on the side of a metal bin at the airport.