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Kampala
We were in Kampala, my friend and I each busily checking our email on the computer when, for some strange reason, I turned around and saw through the Internet's cafe open door, this woman, sitting in her red dress, the lace and position of her hands all stunning and surreal and colorful in the muted Kampala street scene.
My camera in my bag, I quickly pulled it out, focussed (somewhat) and took the picture. I like this picture more for how I took it than what I yielded with that reflexive action.
There I sat, modern woman with her machine; there she sat, traditional woman waiting for...Though only a few meters away from when I sat at the computer, she was a world away.
To me, years later, Amin's Kampala is this woman in her red dress. Incidentally, this is the only photograph I have from Kampala--and I'm glad.
Kampala, Uganda.
Before the Nile trip.
July, 2005.
Kampala
We were in Kampala, my friend and I each busily checking our email on the computer when, for some strange reason, I turned around and saw through the Internet's cafe open door, this woman, sitting in her red dress, the lace and position of her hands all stunning and surreal and colorful in the muted Kampala street scene.
My camera in my bag, I quickly pulled it out, focussed (somewhat) and took the picture. I like this picture more for how I took it than what I yielded with that reflexive action.
There I sat, modern woman with her machine; there she sat, traditional woman waiting for...Though only a few meters away from when I sat at the computer, she was a world away.
To me, years later, Amin's Kampala is this woman in her red dress. Incidentally, this is the only photograph I have from Kampala--and I'm glad.
Kampala, Uganda.
Before the Nile trip.
July, 2005.