Wildthings
How many precious moments did I let slip through my hands? Everywhere I look now, I see adventure and possibility. The Wildthings have come to play. They call for me.
Memoirs and musings of Darius Bashar. Toronto portrait photographer and writer, in pursuit of all things real, raw and intimate.
How many precious moments did I let slip through my hands? Everywhere I look now, I see adventure and possibility. The Wildthings have come to play. They call for me.