I am trying to document in a neutral way what it is like here. Pictures can and are used for political statements, life being what it is—contentious and difficult. Interpretation from one individual to another is inevitable. So, while attempting to record real life, the lines between fact—and interpretation of fact—are often impossible to separate, simply because the pictures exist. I won’t insult you by telling you what to think. In fact, I would like to know what you think.
There was some Border Patrol drama in my backyard yesterday. The weather has cooled to 75º and humidity 29%, so a beautiful day here means a busy one for Border Patrol. It’s the first time I’ve seen a helicopter land in the desert—these pilots are all business. All of them—the horse, truck, and ATV patrols—are tough, civil, and respectable. Few who apply actually make it in. They live and have families here, shop here, adopt animals, go to the vet, have kids in school. They are Latino and white, male and female. But the most impressive are agents on foot. Can you see how local girls are known to get the vapors when they’re around?
I would like to photograph more of these scenes but I don’t want my neighbors to think I would call the BP. I have never called, and wouldn’t unless I felt threatened. What would you do?