Nepal, Leila Joy

Memories. Strangers. Constructed fairytales. The smell of foreign soil. A gust of wind blowing hair tangled across parted lips. Foolish choices and dirty, grazed knees. Uncontrollable laughter, tickling a poised face away. The deep breath before a dive. Explorations of light.

With a camera in one hand and a pen in the other, I capture and record little sparks of life and share them with others. There are so many different stories to tell…

I hope this website will take you on adventures and offer you a peek at the world through my eyes

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