
Flour Mill Worker, Haiti, 1983
There’s a lot of joy, and pride, in the book. And dignity, of course. But you must have had some humorous culture clashes too. Can you talk about one of those?
We had an amazing experience in northern Namibia, where we traveled to a very remote Himba village. My husband and daughter were with me. We left at 4 a.m. and got there just as the sun was rising, and I shot a lot of images, including one of a village elder with a pipe, in profile. This whole experience becomes very conversational — you’re smiling, talking, there’s a human connection being made. So as we were packing up, the elder asked if we could trade my daughter for cattle! My daughter was eleven at the time — you can only imagine the look in her eyes when this was translated! I had to explain to the elder, very politely, that it just wasn’t going to be possible for me to leave my daughter there. I did, though, warn my daughter that if she grew into a wild teenager, I might have to reconsider.