Stories: The North
You stay in a place for so long that you no longer know how to tell its story. This is me, in between other photography projects and my Peace Corps work, going outside with a camera and trying to tell you about the place I lived in. It's not enough - your soul can't smile when you suddenly realize you can speak to people in their language, and your heart can't break when the kid down the road falls ill and dies. You can't breathe the dust or taste the shea fruit or hear the drumming in the night. Very few pictures have that power, and these ones don't come close. All the same, here's the tiniest glimpse of daily life in northern Ghana, a place that I once called home.