When I entered into the dim alleyways as usual, I a boy. He wore a white shirt and white trousers. He was dressed all in white. He was standing by the wayside while he stuck his hands into his pockets.
Both the shirt and trousers were pressed. He was a well-dressed person. His appearance seemed out of place. And his existence was shining in the dusty lane. When he noticed me, he smiled at me gently. I worried that his clothes became tainted if he continued to be there.
August 3, 2015
CANON EOS 1V
EF85MM F1.2L II USM