"I should imagine it therapeutic indeed," he murmurs. "A war zone destroys all beauty. Such is the nature of war. You have recovered some small part of it." He turns to the next photo, the line of his lips softening in approval. "Some preservation of humanity amongst this brutality."

He turns to the next one and murmurs a small noise of surprised approval. Here, his response is less philosophical, more purely aesthetic - "Remarkable composition on this one. How did you manage to capture that quality of light?"