The view from Saturdays.
Not long ago, the Northern Iraqi town of Qaraqosh was over run by terrorists. The town was home to Iraq's largest population of Christians. Due to the asymmetric beliefs of the new town administrators and the local population, almost everyone fled immediately rather than risk being brutalised. I was in Erbil's Christian neighbourhood when the refugees arrived. It was something I will not forget anytime soon.
This man arrived with nothing but his crutches, his ID and his family. He lost his leg a few years ago in a mortar blast. He is my age.
Sunset on Cook Street.
Patriotism and camouflage.
Meanwhile on Mt Fuji.
The bike store.
I shot a portrait of the man on the left and drank tea with him a month or two ago when I visited Akre refugee camp, just North of Erbil. Yesterday I went back and gave him the print. He was surprised and was still offering tea.