We don’t look for the extraordinary. We look at the ordinary with enough attention that it becomes extraordinary. The woman who has been making tamales on the same porch for nineteen years. The man who knows everyone’s name on four blocks. The teenager selling her work in public for the first time. These are the people who hold West Price Hill together — the ones who would never make the news, but without whom there would be no neighborhood worth knowing. Every portrait in this series is a permanent record. A face. A story. A piece of the community’s archive that belongs here forever.
