I’ve started to go back to the bus station to give images back to the men I’ve photographed. I had trouble finding him, but a group of men led me to the bench where he was sleeping.
I felt badly, but I awoke him from slumber as the other men gathered around and laughed with excitement. He sat up slowly, and I handed him the photograph and watched as he came out of his dreamscape and received my gift. He observed me quietly - our eyes meeting - seeing each other.
Many people wanted me to take their photographs as they mugged for the camera. I was reminded of the first time I worked on a documentary when I was nineteen, and the magical access a camera gave me to enter different worlds.
