What a piece of work we are. Strangers hold secrets and I love watching them, especially in lands where I am the foreigner. We all share a common humanity yet we are strangers as we pass each other on the street. I try to dig deep into the mystery of each face I see, but I’ll never know the spirit and soul behind a stranger’s eyes. The mystery draws me in time and time again feeding my curiosity about how we are all unique acts of creation. It’s the mystery that keeps me watching as I roam streets near and far. Strangers stopping strangers just to appreciate those unlike ourselves reinforces our own humanity. We are all strangers in a strange land.