I often return, in memory, to Green Model Town, on the edge of Dhaka, Bangladesh, where I swam in a canal that flowed into the Balu River, and we played under wide trees, sharing laughter that echoed through the fields. The river is a cracked canal, fields are covered by concrete, and the trees—the silent witnesses of my childhood—have nearly vanished. The grief and nostalgia I feel toward this disappearing landscape are shared by the people I photograph.
