Saint-Louis, Senegal
The light in Saint-Louis has a weight to it — warm and heavy, pressing everything into stillness by afternoon.
I photograph what slows me down. Sometimes that's a street in Saint-Louis, Senegal. Sometimes it's light on snow in Minneapolis. The camera is not a profession — it's a practice of attention.
Saint-Louis, Djoudj, Gorée Island. The light there has a weight to it — warm and heavy, pressing everything into stillness by afternoon.
The place I live. Winter light, river ice, the particular quiet of a midwestern city in January.
Other places, other light.
The light in Saint-Louis has a weight to it — warm and heavy, pressing everything into stillness by afternoon.