Wednesday night we headed up the Caribbean coast on the way to the rainforest. We were starving and hadn't seen a place to pull over for food for miles until we reached Tasajera (a small fishing village with a large bay). The restaurant we stopped at had amazing seafood (I had a plate of what was sort of like paella...mixture of various seafood cooked in rice and Paco had a bowl of shrimp cooked in a creamy coconut sauce); Paco did get sick later that night.
While eating I noticed houses dimly lit by an almost full moon and thought it might be a nice place to shoot on the way back. We ditched an extra day of shooting in Taganga for the wild card (the fishing village of Tasajera).
Paco hired two fisherman that took us in their handmade canoe to visit several houses built over the water. We just pulled up and started shooting. Not a problem.
I envy the fisherman because there is no judgement from society; they live in the moment.
Being completely out of my element and engaging with these amazing people really touched my heart. It wasn't about off-camera lighting or fancy camera gear. For me, the importance of these images was how I captured a part of their souls.