Not far down the road, Stanley pulled over again.
“These yams are my favorite!” he said. “They’re different from the other ones. These, you see, look like small fingers growing out from the main yam. If I had known, I wouldn’t have bought so many back there.”
Turning around, I saw a boy approaching with a bike. Hmm…should I photograph another round of yam shopping or the kid and the bike. Kids are usually more agreeable to having their pictures taken, so…
In this part of the world, a bike is a big deal. A lot of adults can’t even afford one for themselves.
I’m indebted to my friend Steve Sardeson, a fellow photographer and traveler. I spent part of my trip to Veracruz last year with Steve and his wife Pat. Steve’s influence as a photographer encouraged me to make an effort to get over my shyness at photographing people. I dedicate this photo to you, Steve.