Of portraits and steak
I was back out “on assignment” again this weekend. Instead of my usual stomping grounds of a gymnasium filled with the sounds of epee blades clashing and fencers screaming, I found myself on… Continue reading
I was back out “on assignment” again this weekend. Instead of my usual stomping grounds of a gymnasium filled with the sounds of epee blades clashing and fencers screaming, I found myself on… Continue reading