Colorful Places, Colorful Faces
This is adventurous place, Nicaragua. As I sit here typing this, I hear pop-pop-pop outside my hotel room window. I’m fairly certain it’s fireworks going off and not anything else, but in a city where you see the red and black colors of the FSLN everywhere, you can never be too sure.
In the city of Managua, you see your normal small cars and trucks. As you head out into the country, the cars and trucks are replaced by motorbikes, pick-ups, and horses. Kids, women, men, they saddle up if need be. Also donkey-drawn carts are popular as are bicycles.
Just finished Day 2 of the shoot here and our photographer, Karen, is an experienced photojournalist and knows her way around Third-World countries. And David, our translator, is really helping make things happy for us.
It’s always a challenge in my role when we do shoots like this, especially with local families. They think we’re coming in to do a few quick snaps. And while we’re not traveling with a whole boatload of equipment – Karen likes to use natural light and/or small strobes for fill – still, it’s a production. Me, my art director Stephen, Karen, the photo assistant Daniel, David the translator, Juan Pablo the driver. It can be overwhelming.
So a good bit of yesterday was getting our subjects used to being in front of the camera. Luis, age 3, was one of our subjects and when he wasn’t being photographed by Karen, he and I became close amigos. He can’t understand my English and my Spanish is decades old rusty (though much has come back to me. Miss Ondash, my freshman Spanish teacher would be proud) but I have a 2 1/2 year old. I know what makes them tick and keeps them occupied. He’s a sweetie and terror at the same time.
After a while, we let Karen do her thing and I ducked out to explore some of the local markets. Much selling of clothes and spices and fruits and veggies.
Reminded me somewhat of the Indian marketplaces I was just in last month, but unique nonetheless. And some timeless people with timeless faces.
Kind of a neat highlight of the day was to get an impromptu tour of the local firehouse and a trip up some 50-year old cement steps to the bell tower overlooking the whole city. All happened because I was photographing a volunteer decorating one of the fire trucks for a Feast of the Immaculate Conception parade in a few days. I’ll write more about the tour and a couple of the firefighters I met soon. It was a cool experience and one that gave me one of my favorite images from the day.
The places our cameras take us…
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Unless otherwise noted, images captured with a Canon 50D, SanDisk digital film, finished with PS2 or PSE6 and Nik Software.