Security guards capture T.J. in the act of photography at a parking garage in Philadelphia and summarily kick him out -- but not for the reason one might assume.
This is a tale about an indelible Christmas Eve in the capital city of a predominantly Islamic nation.
This is a (funny) tale about life after hair loss (and a "What's up!" to all the follicularly-challenged peeps around the world).
This is a tale about a raging battle between the sun and the rain in a boxing ring known as "London".
This is a tale about three languages spoken between two photographers: English, French, and Photography.
This is a tale about catching the light and sharing the light. (It's also about life being a long-time adventure).
This is a tale about the cunning subterfuge of optics. (Sounds very clandestine and shady, doesn't it?)
This is a tale about not delving too deeply into emotional empathy ad infinitum. It always catches up with you.
This is not really a tale this time. Rather, it's a testament about finally calling a place "home" - at long last.