ESOX LUCIUS
THIRST
Many summers ago I was privileged to spend some time with an ancient tribe of warriors scraping a meagre living high up in the Alpes, keeping away from civilisation as we know it. Few people have ever seen these simple but strong tribe members. Only long days of lying in wait at a waterhole they used to frequent gave me the chance to make their acquaintance. I caught this one drinking and befriended him with some simple but meaningfull gestures, glass pearls, trinkets, a friendly face and an open mind...
THIRST
Many summers ago I was privileged to spend some time with an ancient tribe of warriors scraping a meagre living high up in the Alpes, keeping away from civilisation as we know it. Few people have ever seen these simple but strong tribe members. Only long days of lying in wait at a waterhole they used to frequent gave me the chance to make their acquaintance. I caught this one drinking and befriended him with some simple but meaningfull gestures, glass pearls, trinkets, a friendly face and an open mind...