The Boy From Korma

I met this knowing young man in Korma, the village where my grandmother was laid to rest last year. This isn't the best shot I captured of him, though; the best is a group shot with some of the other village children. While they smile and play to the camera, this fellow is sitting apart from the huddle, brow furrowed and head cocked-- as if to say, "What the f*ck?"

His skepticism (presumably of me)-- and the fact that he was positively, adorably swimming in his dashiki-- only served to draw me further in. He must have sensed my energy, which may account for his age appropriate softness here.


April 8, 2009 at 4:41 PM Brandie said...

This is a great shot!! Welcome back! How was Liberia? I soooooo need to make a pilgrimage back, it's been far too long :(

April 9, 2009 at 9:06 AM Anonymous said...

I would like to swim in a dashiki! Oh wait! I don't own a dashiki, but what a beautiful photograph!

Glad that you're back!

Felicia, This Time Now

April 14, 2009 at 11:27 PM Shani said...

I am loving your Liberia pictures. They are so magnetic!

(aka "Camille")

April 19, 2009 at 10:00 AM Style Noir said...

Thanks for the lovely feedback!