I went to visit the area, ready to shoot something without a name that escaped me the first day. In those last hours that was light and no, I wanted to capture the atmosphere around the canal. A mixture of water, quiet, tropical foliage and large vessels and slow. Something that was all that but it was not that but something else, like a little ghostly, as if everything slowed down and dense. Humidity, the sweat on the faces, the bubbles that crocodiles left up to the surface water, condensate smell the trees huddle together on the shore, the sound of cicadas, the clouds of mosquitoes, the skin stuck to the wet clothes and the sweet air and oxide suspended above the earth.
I wanted to photograph everything, but could not find how.
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