Sitting at our front door at night, watching passing people and cars. Since the road in front of our house features one of the worst speeding bumps in Dar es Salaam it is always an adventure to watch cars passing it more or less successfully. As it got darker, shadows drew closer, cars became stripes of light that cast long shadows when their beams met people and objects. When looking at my familiar neighborhood through my camera, it gains new details and stories start to unfold. I offered the children a torch when they were searching something in the trench next to the road. They did not need my help since another man joined them. My Kiswahili did not reach far enough to understand what they were looking for. But for me it felt good interacting with them and not just being an observer.
The opposite side of the road
Up the road, tomorrow’s way to work
Tractor passing
Three women
The famous speeding bump
Looking for something