When we first approach them, it seems to us that perhaps the darker gentleman is less shy, wants to be photographed more so. As the legs of the tripod dig into the sand, he begins to hide himself behind his friends. It is the dancer with the lighter skin that walks forward for his portrait first, without ever having met me before.
The camera is magical at times, a bridge across languages, cultures and borders. It allows two to speak without any of the aforementioned in common. We spend nearly two hours photographing, against the sky and on the hot sand.
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