3 hours ago
Karitetua appeared one day from the stream. She had been collecting water with the other women, a tattered yellow water container was balanced on her head as she negotiated the white dust path that had been cut between rocks and thorn covered shrubs. As she snakes along the path I looked on, I had seen the women walk this path many times. Each woman that accompanied her Had been faces I had known for years but the addition of this new face threw me a little. She walked & talked to the others as if she had been in the village for years, she brushed her hand over the children’s heads with concern when they stopped to pull a thorn from their feet, she looked like she had been ingrained in this village for years. As I watched further I found myself mesmerised by her eyes. Round & as white as the dusty path she walked on, there was an intensity that I had not seen before. As the women passed me & the always amassed group of children that were my tail, I greeted each woman as I had not seen them for two weeks. My greeting was returned in earnest, a number of questions followed of where I had been & how long I was staying, but then came Karitetua. She was shy, we had not seen each other before but she knew of me, she saw my camera & asked if I could take her picture. Right there & then I snapped a shot, she smiled & kept on walking. That was four years ago, Karitetua is still in the village. She has grown, she has married & now has a child. I had not seen her before as she had just arrived in that period of my absence after being married. Each time I return I take images of all the women, the photos I bring document their life & growth. Each image I take of Karitetua I still look at her eyes. I often see my reflection in her pupils as they are so reflective & round, it’s a good indication if my focus is on point. This is not the best image I have of her, those stay locked away till the day I finally get my act together & decide its time to share the best of my Himba images.