(from.)Now think this same scene with the blazing sun above and the river shrunk to a tiny trickle, with terrible yellow dust and much intense heat to go around.
Behind the massive Four Seasons' on the left there is a park wherefrom i wrote parts of the letters some of you received.
A few days ago the panicattack hit and i went mildly insane with the camera, taking random shots in the Ummawi-area of the OldCity. Thought: when you capture strangers on film, they are what? just bodies and flashes of colour. maybe cliche'ed to bring out the spiel that they all have families to go home to, but a newness to the same thought, somewhere. and somehow they gathered in that specific position of that shadow, the circumstances that led them there, so that in the pictures others will examine to understand another's experience, they will move and talk and gesticulate.
