We’ve felt pretty sheepish so far about photographing our fair city and her residents. As a tourist ,one feels some freedom to capture images in a way that seems not as comfortable when you are attempting to integrate yourself here as resident and neighbor. I hope that one day as Sincelejo feels more like our home and we come to know folks here more deeply, that discomfort will wane and you’ll see more and more of our life here.
For now, here are a smattering of scenes taken from our fourth floor apartment window that will give you some sense of the diversity of traffic flowing past us. Every day is sure to hold clomping horse hooves; endless motos honking an invitation to prospective passengers; pushcart bakery sellers with their handheld horns used to roust potential shoppers from their balconies and kitchens; and the rhythmic wailing songs of vegetable and fruit salesmen who push their wares on metal carts through the streets, shouting out "banano, banano, banano..."
teenager takes a nap in the back of his dad's horse-drawn cart after a long day of work
hauling and selling extra water to those homes and businesses that have none today
bakery on wheels: notice the horn in this man's hand. breads here are white flour and sugar and eaten as a snack not with a meal as we might serve them
plantains are a daily staple cooked in many forms here in the coast, but this is a cart of bananas as we know them
this man walks our street every morning before 7:30am selling everything an empleada (household maid) needs to begin the day's soup simmering
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