Saint Louis

August 1996. Saint Louis, Senegal

At dawn each morning, we were awakened by prayers blaring from the megaphones atop the mosque located across the missionary where we were staying. We would lie in silence for several minutes until we recovered from the sudden interruption. We changed to our travel clothes, carried our camera gear and headed to the fishing village of Guet Ndar to photograph the men and women engaged in their trade. Sometimes, we varied our routine. We walked the narrow streets and watched the sunrise along the river until the morning light basked the decaying French colonial architecture of the city. One day, I decided to set one of my lenses to infinity. I wanted to do something other than street or documentary photography. When I looked through my viewfinder, I had the experience of seeing the city as paintings.