Afghan kids and pens

Island-Life has added a photo to the pool:

Afghan kids and pens

Every place I've visited in Afghanistan where children are present, they always want my pens. The boy in the picture above, he is holding one of the pens I gave him.

Which version do you like better; the color or the BW? I like the color version better.

Anyway, photo taken by me in Southern Afghanistan in 2010 using a Canon 7D with 24-105mm f/4 L IS USM.


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