My photo albums are sufficiently stocked with the postcard images of Africa (smiling schoolchildren, colourful markets, battered old buses, banana trees, misspelt signboards, etc…). And they do tell part of a truth about this country; the kids do smile and the buses are old. But, of course, they leave out the aesthetically uninteresting and the (to our eyes) unexotic/normal. That selectiveness is how photography (and any art) works, I guess, and it’s what makes your images yours and not someone else’s.
But a more real account of Tanzania would describe the rest of it too, which is partly what led me to (or at least led me to bring my camera to) a flashy event in Dar last night. Continue reading