I came to an entrance of a house during ambling about. And a man wearing a tank top was sitting there. A knife was in his hand and he was just peeling the garlic cloves. Of course, the place where he sat was not a kitchen. I wondered why he was doing at the entrance. Maybe it was too dim to do inside of the house.
Even though I stopped in front of him, he didn't care about me so much. Casting an eye on me, he kept paring without saying a word. His dinner might be a garlic dish.
March 2, 2018
SONY ALPHA 7R II
SONNAR T* FE 55MM F1.8 ZA