AS HE drove down a deserted dirt road he heard what sounded like a dog barking. The barks got louder as he approached an open patch of land with a trailer and a shack. Then came a startling sight.
“There are these people walking around and their eyes are going in different directions, and they are barking at us,” photographer Mark Laita recalls.
“And then one guy – you would look at him in the eye or say anything and he would just scream and go running away, and his pants would fall around his ankles, and he would go running off and go and kick a garbage
