Good-bye Ocean!

On the Road

After the Museum

Paradjanov's Museum

Local Color

Bathroom Bouquet

Knight's Move

My Aunt's Cake

Rain in the Park

Large, Please

We Are All Each Other's Mirrors

Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Metro "Eritasardakan"

Lilit's Roses

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die. Vladimir Nabokov

Dalan

Aloe Vera

Window Sill

Blue Bathroom

Greeted by Rain

Cold

Sometimes They Converge

3rd Street Umbrellas, SF

Golden Haired Girl

Thursday Night Tango

The only reason for mastering technique is to make sure the body does not prevent the soul from expressing itself.  La Meri

Big Mess

Flight of a Curtain

Reflecting on the Dark Side

Tulip Dreaming of Lotus

Palette of Age

Green Islands

Ocean Puddles

Office Glow

Fern Blinds

Library II

Library I