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Wandering around Ecuador as a tourist--
though I am the child of native parents--
is dislocating, disconcerting, and
liberating. I am
out of place, I don't belong, and I am not
one of them, yet I move around more
freely than the typical turista. Perhaps this is because I speak the language, or
because family members escort me through
the thick of things. The
contradiction of the camera--at times
foiling my attempts to blend in and at other
times becoming a passport for entering places where
others are not welcome--creates opportunities for evocative imagemaking and completes my
temporary identity.
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