Carnival is back and the party is on the street. I lug my cameras and even a light stand out into the heat of the night. I would like to travel lighter but I don’t know where the photos will spring from. All I know is that I will end the night covered in sweat and grit and that foam that the little kids are spraying joyfully over everyone. And I know I will head home full and empty at the same time. Grateful that carnival is here; sad already that it must go.