The sun is setting and thunder is cracking over Cato Manor, but Gogo and I are sitting on the embankment basking in the breeze the storm brings. I grab my camera to try and capture the beauty of this sunset, but the moment was too complex to fit into a picture. It was the warm wind blowing off the ocean, the smell of firewood being burned as the informal settlements begin preparing dinner, and the mothers and grandmothers of the neighborhood laughing back and forth across clothes lines as they hurry to save their laundry from the incoming downpour. But all of those things couldn’t be translated into a few pictures.
