There is something about the story of this Old Lion Sleeping that needed to be told. Not told in words, but through this picture. We drove up on him and he barely looked up, he slightly opened his weary eyes and laid his head back down.
I stayed there, staring at him for what seemed an eternity. What is his story? What are his pains? They are all told through the scars on his face. A lifetime of struggles, battles and joys – like a roadmap painted in blood and scars.