You see, if you go down almost any road in a city of Haiti you will find it bustling, bursting at its seams almost. Street vendors piled on top of each other selling wares and goods-often feet or inches behind garbage or a small canal with dirty water running through it that line the streets. In front of them other mobile vendors walking around with their wares on their heads yelling out what they are selling. Behind them, first you have wooden stands set up selling other wares and then, barely visible, are the businesses with actual storefronts. Motos and cars all honk for attention as you weave through. Pedestrians vie for space as they can, seemingly the low man on the totem pole in this jockey of space. It’s overstimulating for the person that isn’t used to it. It’s business as usual for those in attendance.
But early in the morning. Sunday mornings in particular. If you go early enough right as the sun is rising. This space, this usual crazy hectic space, is silent. Wood tables are stacked up waiting for their merchants to come set up for the day. Maybe a random chicken or goat weaves in around them. A couple early morning risers make their way with an empty bucket to the well. The first time I saw this, this emptiness, it struck me. It was as if I was seeing it, what I have walked through dozens of times, for the first time because I was able to see it without the layers and pay attention to the details.
It was on that first notice of Sunday morning emptiness that I had an idea in my head that I wanted to photograph. So last Sunday I took (dragged) the kids downtown to put my idea in my head into pixels.
Here are a couple of my faves: