Crappy phone camera, crappy light, good subjects. It’s rare to have three intense young men in a marshrutka, in a row, and none of them swearing at a girlfriend over his mobile or something jarring like that. It’s rare – or maybe I don’t keep my eyes peeled all that much.
He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can. – The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Chapter: “Many Meetings.”