Lonely Days

Jessie T. Ponce Photography

The day was young when we drove into the small town but he was already there at the town center, alone and quietly observing a sleepy neighborhood that was slowly getting out into the sunlight.  He slightly, almost indistinguishably, nodded without uttering a word when I approached him then politely gestured if I could take a photo.  He did not even grunt or move an inch when I thanked him in Mongolian before I turned to join my colleagues.  More than an hour later, when we were about to leave, he was still there on the very same spot.  Stoic.  Blankly staring.  Perhaps just waiting for another long and lonely day to end ….

Jessie T. Ponce Photography

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