It is just before 6 a.m. I am sitting at the back of a local bus, on my way to a small village in the Antioquia region. Medellín slowly disappears behind the fogged-up window. The day is breaking. The few passengers…

I’m sitting on the ground in the middle of a school courtyard, surrounded by students. The concrete is still warm from the morning sun. A teenage boy sits beside me, a guitar resting on his knee. He plays one of his own…

I’m standing in front of the sea, watching the landscape unfold before my eyes. Nothing is really happening, and yet everything feels right. In that precise moment, I know there is an image here. Not because I’m looking…