Being a photographer of sorts, I just fell in love with downtown Bluefields. Everywhere I looked there was something going on - the colours, the people, the bustle. I think I could literally spend hours there just drinking it all in through my lens.

The magical thing about being in the heart of the city is that for a moment I forgot where I was. The weight of the the Quarry, the Dump, and the suffering of the children slipped from my shoulders. In that brief moment in time I was memorized by the beauty and the splendor of Bluefields.

Reflecting back, I see now that downtown Bluefields represents the potential of the city. Here is life.

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