The shoreline of Lorenzons Bay is laden with shells of purple hue and rustic brown, so lifeless yet so colorful remain the memories. A man listening to Persian music on  his balcony looked below at the sea where his grandchildren left footprints in the sand, like an orchestral moonlight left it’s thoughts upon an ocean’s face.

Yesterday I left French Polynesia with one thought on my mind… ‘This will not be the last return’. For one month I spent time discovering segments of my culture, and my life, through photographs and the few entries that I wrote in my paper journal. I travelled with my camera lenses to document time, and to capture life as I saw it to be, but accompanied by lenses came my journal, a booklet with one hundred paper pages for my thoughts. Thoughts about my culture, thoughts about my love as it was, and thoughts about life, life as it is, and the life that I perceived in French Polynesia. These next entries are about travel, life, culture, photography and writing… Through the eyes of, me.