The 4am Pursuit
Thursday, December 21st, 2006I had an idea I wanted to photograph people asleep in the street. I wanted to give the pictures a ‘scene of crime’ objectivity and detachment, similar to the great Weegee of New York fame.
Ben and I had been observing street life in Bamako over the last few days, and we were both taken with the idea that life here happens without walls. Everything from eating and sleeping, to working and hanging out, happens within view of the world.
The camera I have doesn’t allow for any discrete long-shots, so I decided to get up at 0430 and patrol the streets, looking for some interesting juxtapositions.
People here are very wary of the camera. The street in Europe – which we consider to be a public place – is accepted here as being just a continuation of a living room.
So it’s not more than 10 minutes before the strobe of my flash gun attracts some unwanted attention. I’ve been spotted by a security guard or policeman who starts shouting, calling me to account. I can’t think how I’m going to explain my actions, so I keep walking. Next I hear a blast on a whistle, which cuts through the still night air, and I flinch as if a bullet just winged over my head.
Turning out of view I increase my pace back towards the sanctuary of the Auberge. I don’t look back, staying focused on trying to put some distance between us.
But I can’t help taking one last shot of a mother and two children sprawled out under an orning. Again I’m spotted: this time a woman selling street food yells her disapproval. I get the message and keep walking back to the room, imagining her giving the pursuing copper my last movements.
I creep back in and I lie in bed wondering who the British consular rep is in Bamako.
Suffice to say, I’m not spending the festive season in a Bamako jail, but that said project is on hold… Merry Christmas everyone!