Old Iraqi woman who consented to having her photo taken. I wish that I had been able to get closer. I like her eyes.
Shooting photos during the day is proving difficult. I’m either working and supposed to have my mind on what I’m doing, or it’s un-godly hot outside. I end up climbing up onto the villa roof in the evening when the light has softened a bit, and so have the temperatures.
Iraqi’s sleep on their roofs in the summertime. Beds, blankets, pillows are all hauled up onto the roof as extended families try to escape the heat. To see it, it looks like a sleepover at a friend’s house.