Looking back at all of these photographs makes me realize that the word home has a different meaning.
taxi cab driver on the way to karabakh //
the only entrance into karabakh - the lachin corridor //
a farmer peeking out of his tractor near ahmbert //
cross engraved stone ruins //
an apartment complex in shushi //
an old man in datev village //
an old woman in datev village //
sunset in gyumri //
we are our mountains - monument in stephenakert karabakh //
war-torn houses in shushi karabakh //
on the road to datev //
the butcher marinates freshly cut pork shops near datev //
an old man in shushi //
armenian church //
village near gyumri //
a child after lighting candles in datev church //
a tractor near ahmbert //
a building with arches on the road to karabakh //
an old bus on the road to ahmbert //
a view of one of the towers of the st. ghazanchetsots church of shushi in karabakh //
a villager near gyumri //
the mountainous road to gehart //
st. ghazanchetsots church of shushi, karabakh //
kids playing near gehart //
jesus graffiti-ed on the wall in shushi, karabakh //
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