As soon as he saw me on the Zocalo, Mateo wanted the camera. We needed to wait for Cecilia and Augostino who were elsewhere trying to magnify sales before our meal. Mateo seemed to have a plan for the day. He was taking pictures of the mannequins in the windows, enjoying the reflections in the floor and the glass and in a car on the street. I love how he’s intuiting what the camera can do, how he’s learning to look at light and shadows as he is steadying his hands. His pictures are clear and planned.
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