

So here are a couple images from my belly dancing assignment the other night. Prior to this show, belly dancing was not even a bead of dew on my little cultural web. I walked in to the venue, with my camera around my shoulder, feeling a bit like a tourist, if not a stranger. But the performers I met that night were so warm and down to earth, it didn't take long to recognize that, in the most basic way, I am about as home there as I am anywhere, and that some of "those people "are in fact "my people". Its neat to get a sense of that transcendent sameness, and I think when I'm out on assignment, I get an especially high dose of it.
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