There are places in the world where time stops. Or rather where present and past occupy the same space.

These magical places are a wonder to photograph. They are as clear to me today as they were in my childhood. Only now with the hindsight of adulthood, with the lense of understanding the world, do I see so clearly the contradictions, the injustice, the thread of history repeating itself.

Speaking with neighbors, I understand their resistance to outsiders. Their reluctace to trust anyone. Decision makers are so far away. What do they have to do with this place? With our space? With our land?