
There are moments in time, places that have come and gone. We see things with limited scope, and experience the world around with the smallest of spans. Waking and sleeping, living and dying. There is nothing so fragile as the time we breathe.
It is all like an ocean; the passing of tides, a revolution of one great current. Water, water and more endless streams of water. In the air, on the ground, captivated by gravity. The Detritus of our imaginations.






































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Djagli spirits, known to chase witches from villages, rest after a performance in Allada during the National Vodou Day in Benin, West Africa.
Ketou Guelede dancing mask ceremonies last all night, from sunset to sunrise. The costumes are rare these days, made by artisans from the Yoruba tribes of Nigeria.
Vodouisants pray in congregation at Montagne Noire outside Port-au-Prince, Haiti.




















































