A bus ride after crossing the border in Chiapas, The standing girl fell asleep as we bumped down the dirty dirt road The mother of this standing sleeper used her arm to sail this girl through dream land. When the girl, leaning against the back of her mothers arm would start to tilt, the mother, holding another child in her lap, would shift the back of her arm so sleeping beauty could sleep. What a mother, what a dance it was to watch, The Father sat beside them, looking out the window.
Northern Guatemala, when they are burning their fields can be a devastating place to watch roll by. Horrors, like civil wars or slavery, Horrors like that, can linger. All he did was watch, this man, watching pigs in muddy crossroads. His face of concern and worry was reflected back to me on the glass. What is he thinking? This family moving all together only carrying that one suitcase above them, Someone could not afford to sleep today. Where are they going? Just watching their silence broke my heart, (still breaks my heart) I hope God is watching over them.
Narrative and Photograph by Kevin Patterson www.sonofpatter.com
