The eyes can tell so much and when you see it you know that something deep inside is going on. These African eyes linger on in my mind as I came face to face with a shepherd boy in Gondar Ethiopia. Over 6000 feet up, alone, with a few friends and some cattle he was tending was all they had. But something was there, something that the developed world could never take away in its purity; its innocence. I found his stare, glaze and curiosity worth capturing. In my upcoming book, he will be there along with many others from East Africa. They are children that will go unnoticed unless someone stops and allow curiosity to linger for more than a passing moment along the road to or from Axum. Such a far and lonely road of past kingdoms and forgotten peasants and the poor. But in that moment, you know that much of the displacement by other means only matters to those who seek power and greed. But to this young man and the other shepherd, they have their mountain, peace and serenity behind the scarfs and blood shot eyes. Somehow they know that being alone is so much more valuable than the noise far away.
Monday, October 1, 2018
If you ever travel to Lisboa, Portugal, you will notice fairly quickly the vast levels of street life and art surrounding downtown. The artist come alive near Alfama and Belèm art district. Even though they are just a short distance apart, what I recognize is that there remains a story to be told beyond Portugal's past. The old town leads by cobble stone and depreciating steps that take you northward towards St. Jorge's Castle. This area borders the musical chirps of Fado's tenor during sunset dinners within earshot of the acoustic accompaniment of the street artist. Every so often you can hear Samba, or Bossa Nova from a traveling Brasileiro or a visiting Angolan who will gladly dance to a diverse style of kilapanda, zouk, semba, kizomba or kuduro, courtesy of Portugal's reach in to ancient Africa. The mixture is breath taking and for the photographer in me, I found it uplifting and exactly what I was searching for. Lisboa reminds me of Madrid, Rome, Prague, Budpest and Bucharest all at once. I seen their faces, moves, tempo and desire all before; the beat moves with unabashed guilt. The vibe and vibrations of late night curiosity does not disappoint but yearns for more if not in the next city square; maybe Porto or Madeira Island. When you seek out your common spirit, you find it in kind and there is where you know you shall ever remain.