in modest dwellings, a pistol and mortar, Mixing together roots, spices, and dreams,the kitchen teems with people dancing to rhythm. Tastes swell, rich and sweet, with each pound, tradition beats. A legacy in every stroke, our history is revealed in these implements. Under the care of a daughter, from a mother's hands, a shared heritage of love, Our past, in basic tools,the song of a mortar, the cry of a pistol . Every crush has echoes of the past. A soft silence fell over the warm kitchen. Time has worn down the pistol and mortar. making connections and meals.
Photograph by tobydphotographer