One bright morning after the rain had cleared, these women were about the yard doing their daily laundry as I walked by. All three had young children and graciously let me photograph them. As I was taking their pictures a young girl came out of one the humble homes that were gathered on the property and started to head to school. I inquired if I could take her picture as well. She agreed. The contrast between the women and girl was startling. There she was clean face, perfectly braided hair with a beautifully pressed school uniform. She was like the white dress that fluttered in the wind next to the worn clothes on their line, innocent, fresh, and full of possibilities.
