Wood is cut, stacked, carried.
The quiet life.
The everyday labor.
The survivors.
And yet there is joy in those blue, childlike eyes.
My childhood, in those eyes.
Szabadka, 2025 September
pipacs
Kristina Kizilboya
Photographer
Photographer
Wood is cut, stacked, carried.
The quiet life.
The everyday labor.
The survivors.
And yet there is joy in those blue, childlike eyes.
My childhood, in those eyes.
Szabadka, 2025 September