In the evenings, they gather on the basketball court to test their skills. I don't know how long they have been doing it, as I am just the outsider who comes back to the town occasionally, and it all seems so fresh in front of my eyes.
I tried to remember the times I played there with my 5th or 6th grade classmates in elementary school, and no precise images came back... yes, I know, I wasn't good at the sport, so I just forgot about it.
I was just passing by and the voices of the boys mobilised me. I walked in and within seconds I was on the court looking through the lens, like the outsider I always was in Candelaria.
I smiled warmly, they returned the gesture and I think they were even emboldened. After all, what was happening to them was so strange.
But a stranger taking pictures is no reason to tie your hormones like shoelaces.
And I sometimes think I manage to be invisible.
It's funny how it took me only 5 minutes to make these captures. This can be seen in the image data; however, I feel I spent more time there.
Was this feverish, invisible outsider in her element? I think she was... 馃槄
It's so nice when life surprises you. You won't believe it but was the first and only time I took pictures in this place.
Maybe my mom knows some of these boys. Like... look, that's Teresita's grandson! 馃槃
And life continued surprising me when a while ago I decided to write this post and saw the photos I took that day.
I honestly thought they would be useless 馃檪.
Hello, #Monomad! ;) - Do you see me?
馃弨
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