I haven’t had much time to take pictures recently, which is a strange position to be in as a photographer. We were caught up with the exhibitions, which have been a roaring success. The images are now on display in the national museum of Uganda (near Kamwokya junction) for the next month and I highly recommend dropping in not just to see our stuff but also to check out the incredible artwork being installed at the moment by an artist whose name I failed to catch. It’s a colossal piece and stronger in some areas than others, but the pangas/machetes, bullets and porcupine quills it incorporates drag you in from looking at the whole to examine every last detail.
We went to Gulu for a meeting on Wednesday and I was so pleased to get one last visit before I go (I’m flying to the UK this Weds, coming back in February). The rains have missed Gulu for the past couple of weeks and the air is full of talcum-fine dust dispersing from the receding mud wallows of the rainy season. After spending so long in Kampala the laid-back calm of Gulu town was a brief respite.
As we sped along the road towards Karuma the sun sank lower and finally as we reached the falls the sky was tinged with red, a glorious last vision of the north. It’s an incredible place and so full of potential, and I can’t wait to return. This project put me in the privileged position of being able to spend time with the people who know these forgotten places best, and I hope the pictures told that.
I’ve spent the last two days in Jinja, shooting for the Busoga Trust again. Brilliant fun, challenging but interesting and rushes will be up in a bit.