Haloed
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I'd come through the coffee jungle. I stood at their door, and one turned, and though I was intruding and do not mean, when I take my camera out, to steal the private (only to spare the moment from the regret of time), I could not move—for their beauty, for the light that haloed their hair. As if they were angels settled into a one-room cinderblock shack.
Does the one write at her desk?
Does she mean to?
13 comments:
How does that young face have such an aura of age?
I'm really loving your photography here, Beth.
I'm enjoying them, too! Hope you post more of them.
Incredibly striking.
Beautiful light and composition. Did the children say anything to you while you took their picture? I wonder what they thought about that.
Your photos are lovely. I've wanted to visit El Salvador. My mother is from Nicaragua and went to nursing school in El Salvador. Central America is such a different world from North America.
Jinsky, you leave the most thought-provoking comments, thank you. And thank you to all of you who have patience with this photography obsession of mine. Solvang Sherrie—I knew your beauty had a recognizable origin!
I have a couple of pictures of little girls I took in Cambodia that are just gorgeous to look at. I'll have to dig them out.
Lovely photograph. Beth, you are quickly becoming one of my heroes! I read an essay of yours the other day and was so happy to see your name. Did your son ever find the right ending for his novel? xo
This photograph is so powerful if you allow yourself to look into that little girl's eyes. What has she seen? How has she suffered? It's almost too much to try to ponder.
Oh, my gosh - look at that face.
What a moment to capture...
XO
A.
Thanks for taking us to their door, too. Beautiful.
Stunning, Beth - Breathtaking, both the image of the little angel and the beauty of your words.
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