Sam — Santa Catarina, México, 2017

I like humans and their faces.

I often get to capture their eyes smiling but I’d love to see more tears. Not for the fun of it, for the intimacy.

Usually, people trust me and tell me their troubles, sorrows and longings. Those moments, hearing what is bringing their world down and looking into their teary eyes, are the moments that convince me it’s not a mistake to be here, to be me. I listen and in exchange, I get the beautiful gift of conforting them. I get to hug them and live with them whatever they’re going through, and I feel useful. Not a waste of space.

It’s a weird gift. I feel happy to be alive because I think I’ve helped. 
Perhaps I haven’t.

Either way, I love their faces.
And here are some of them.