A turn of events that night
Minnesota Blues
August sunset light
A turn of events that night
I met Bob the Moose
About the Creator
Jonathan Stanislaw Charpentier
I leverage my experience in photography and meditation to have a unique point of view and share it with the world. I am a 38 year-old French-American artist based in Minneapolis and a social worker for the Universal Peace Centre (UPC).
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