As I opened my tripod a builder on the single story roof of the house next door pointed at the sky and shook his head, 'looks like rain he said!'
It has taken some time. But today I stepped once more into the place where I am most comfortable.
Setting up my camera in the back garden of a house on Church Avenue, Eastwall. I was grateful,
grateful to be once more working with someone I consider a friend. The man who twice set me on my way to the Airport in Sao Paulo after negotiating a shared taxi for me, who showed me around, and pointed out the roughness around the edges of the mega-city as I passed through it on my way around the Americas. And of course I was grateful to be working once more to be making photographs especially within a zone that is now so close to me.
