Salad Head
Benin, West Africa
This girl who I met at a market in Ouidah, Benin, was carrying a salad tray at least twice of her size. It was so large that in the beginning I even didn’t see a person under it.
I thing these kinds of trays were one reason why I loved Benin so much. Instead of going shopping, you just sit down to one place and wait for the right food to pass by. But if you missed your favorite – like pineapples – you had to start running after them.
Do you see the dark side of this photograph? I don’t know, I still think real grief and problems of life are still virgin in the lives of Americans! I may be wrong.. But that’s what I think..
Of course I do. But I wouldn’t want to add someone’s picture with a description of feeling pity. I really hate what war photographers do for example.
And I also think the dark side is not that shaded in Benin as we see it sitting at our computers in a Western country.