September 2, The Color Blind

I met this man last weekend and I was instantly fascinated by him. Although there were others around, my camera kept turning again and again to him. He made room for me on the back of a tobacco wagon and we rode together to the next field to harvest.

I can safely say that we don’t have anything in common but the bond of humanity was strong between us.

I found it difficult to edit his dark skin, shiny from sweat. I worked on it long and hard because I wanted to do him justice. Because of that, I can’t remember all of my steps, but the next time I photograph a very dark skinned black person in the middle of the blazing sunny afternoon in a tobacco field, I’ll know what to do.