Elizabeth Monaghan is a contributing writer for the Brooklyn Rail.
Philomena sits on a concrete step in a muddy Rwandan backyard. Her daughter, Juliette, no older than fourteen, sits next to her, her arm draped over Philomenas knee. The girl wears pink flip-flops and a dress patterned of multi-colored daisies.
Photographers will go to lengths to remain unnoticed by the people they photograph, hoping to capture a quality that disappears when their subjects recognize that they are being viewed through a lens.
Chris Killip, In Flagrante (Errata Editions)