I like photographs that are not attached to “a story,” or a need to explain something. Just a photo. Something that says hey, at this moment on this world this was happening. This is how the light allowed me to see what I see. On this evening in Haiti last year this girl stood at the window of a lottery shop in the fading light of day. I don’t know what she was doing there. Just passing time I guess. She didn’t know what I was doing there. Just some busy body foreigner in a truck. We never spoke. I was tired. Neil was tired. We were lost. I just wanted a break from the dust. We all stood and I popped off some shots. The girl turned and looked at the lens and it was like some message. But a message I have yet to decipher.
March 24, 2011