Sometimes the single picture just stops me.

Towell’s Gaza street with the patch of sunlight kills me every time, as does the dog-bum-in-spectacles.

And the other week Gael Turine’s picture of the ‘protective mask dance’ being performed in Benin made me pause.

That roof line tenderly reaching out to the dark foliage, that gorgeous circle, the slightly obscure figure, the angled dark shadows reaching out from the buildings onto the dirt. Beautifully simple. I guess I just sit here and grin at it. Some would find it a little too ‘smart-composey-like’ – I guess I just get excited or full of joy when I see little things like this.

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