Time to fill the jugs
So much conversation, so little English. I don’t expect people to speak English, and I don’t think many people really expect me to speak Dinka or any of the local languages, but I still feel bad when people smile, shake my hand, and look me with the eyes with conviction and make a statement. Which happened a lot today.
We hit a couple small, remote, lively villages and almost everybody loved having their photo taken. The above image was taken with a long lens, so I don’t know how they felt about it. Unfortunately, even though they’d probably have consented if I went up closer, I’m sure they would’ve lined up next to each other like the usual suspects and ruined the photo.
I feel bad shooting without permission, but I’m not really able to explain to people that I want casual, candid images so they should just go about their business and I’ll surreptitiously sneak into their world and steal photos to show my friends.