Who are these people in my pictures?
I have shot over a thousand pictures in Honduras with my digital camera. Each night I upload my memory cards to my computer and scroll through the shots.
There are always one or two pictures that stick out each night.
At the public school in the small town of Cane, close to the Honduran capital of Tegucigalpa, a shot came to me.
I was sitting low on the ground in the middle yard of the school. I aimed the camera upward toward a row of girls. They had been crowding around me interested in this American and his shiny piece of technology.
After a bit, a shot flashed through my mind. I positioned myself so the sun was just behind the tallest girl. She carried a baby. The girls became backlit with an angelic glow.
They stood towering toward the sky, staggered and strong. Their gaze, caught in that click, seemed to have a piercing power.
I saw the taller girl yesterday, but actually she was quite short. I had remembered that click.
I will have these shots when I return to America, but I keep wondering if I am taking too many pictures home with me instead of taking enough lasting relationships.
I don’t want to know people so I can put their picture on my wall. I want to know them,
So sometimes my camera disgusts me.