Today is a productive day. The photographs are taken to four camps, handed to all the people photographed without a single portrait missing. The girls are handed larger black and white prints while the boys and men are given smaller color prints. Everyone is happy and asks when they will be photographed again. It seems that the stage is set for this year’s sessions.
The older men, as usual, ask for something. One asks for a pack of Marlboro, others ask for picture frames. One woman asks for money. I give her two choices: pictures or money. Everyone around here answers for her: pictures.
We will see what happens.
Many of the children remember my name, a good sign usually. The ones that refused their portrait last year will hopefully allow it this year.