I am not one to take photographs of groups of people. Faces are a different matter – the gateway to the soul.
I first discovered how rewarding this subject can be when my wife and I were doing research for Death on the Kunene and we visited Himba villages in the Sesfontein and Epupa areas. Many of those portraits, in black and white, hang in our home.
These portraits were taken in Nazareth, the Sea of Galilee, the baptism site on the Jordan River, Jerusalem and in Jordan (despite the title). The last photograph is of an old woman’s hands resting on her walking stick, perhaps the best photograph I have ever taken.