The pages are separating from it's disintegrating spine despite layers of scotch tape carefully creased with perfectly painted fingernails.
They want to know exactly what God means. I have questions about this but they don't come out of my mouth softly like I want them to.
During a phone interview last week at work, I spoke with a Rotary Cadre member we are profiling for a project in Panama. He said after our shoot, he's staying on a few days to take some pictures. He explains that he speaks the language and knows the people in town so it's easier for him to get access...go into homes and get to know people. Even if he's not connecting or sharing meaning, he can at least get what he needs. This is how I feel photographing these pages.
One of my new years resolutions is for more questions to come out of my mouth. Easy girl. Softer now.