captured with consent
on the cusp
the suburban primary school, where people had chosen to vote, was busy all day. everyone was polite. everyone waited their turn. everyone was voting for the first time. and everyone smiled as they left the voting rooms, one finger stained deep blue.
some told me that they had participated in previous elections without having attended the voting stations themselves. some told me that they hoped that this was the beginning of a new culture of responsibility. all were serious about voting.
a friend of mine sat down at a school table, moved into the courtyard for the election. he sat next to a woman who was waiting for her daughter to finish voting inside. they began talking and it was clear that they had voted differently. the gesturing was rapid. the only part of the conversation i could follow was the two stained fingers moving through the air. and yet, they left in agreement.
everyone who i approached consented to be photographed, and i am deeply grateful for having been able to witness this election in a small, suburban way.
double hat tip to khaled for his patience and assistance.