Wherever I go, I have an eye out of rocks. Outside my hotel on Phnom Penh I picked up a stone and carried it back around the world in my purse.


Life (1 March 1968)


Wherever I go, I have an eye out of rocks. Outside my hotel on Phnom Penh I picked up a stone and carried it back around the world in my purse.

Wherever I go, I have an eye out of rocks. Outside my hotel on Phnom Penh I picked up a stone and carried it back around the world in my purse.

Wherever I go, I have an eye out of rocks. Outside my hotel on Phnom Penh I picked up a stone and carried it back around the world in my purse.

Wherever I go, I have an eye out of rocks. Outside my hotel on Phnom Penh I picked up a stone and carried it back around the world in my purse.