Carlos Lobo loves exploring urban landscapes. It was in Lebanon, between Beirut and Tripoli, that he set up his camera for The Dew of Little Things. Through these war-torn landscapes, he unfolds a unique poetry. In both color and black and white, his photographs bear witness to a world in limbo. The cement gray of conflict fades, surrounded by the green of a nature reborn. Like the lines by Gibran that inspired his title, “For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and its freshness.”