And here we are at the first day of the new year. If you’re curious at all, here are the most viewed pages from 2013 posts: 1. Farm fresh… (4 March) 2. A study in the trees of winter… (11 Dec) 3. Ones for whom the rules do not apply… (1 March) 4. Where are you
“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.” ~Albert Einstein People have been able to travel vast distances in a single day for only a fraction of human history. Only for a very few years has it been possible to wake up in the USA and go to sleep in Tokyo
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow. ~Langston Hughes: “History” We awoke and packed our things for the journey back down the mountain fortress. Needless to say, a memorable night, wrapped in workers’ blankets, still cold from the altitude and the silence.
I’m in Port-au-Prince again. A man should never forget a familiar face. …or place. . The mountains above Port-au-Prince. It’s Haiti, but not what you’d expect. That narrow gauge rail many people shoehorn their thought patterns on. “Haiti is all poor and dystopian.” . . Haiti is freaking beautiful.
By no means have I been teaching long. But my first semester was the Fall after I graduated from college. Since then, I’ve taught the same Photography 101 class four times. Then this time – the fifth – I was lucky enough to teach Advanced Photography with a slant toward Photojournalism. Tonight was the end
The morning breaks in Haiti. I enjoy living with no clock. Everyone wakes up at dawn whether or not any alarm is set: roosters stir and echo across the island. I wonder which one is first. It is a special day to visit Madame Bernard on the island of Ile-a-Vache. And visit the incredible children
Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ Or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’. Come writers and
Both my photographer friends Jeff and Ashel are in these photos: Jeff is on the phone. There are a few professions out there that “never stop.” It isn’t a 9-to-5 job where you come home in the afternoon with all loose ends tied up. Doctors, the President of the United States, soldiers, firemen… and journalists.
One thing I hate more than almost anything is speaking on camera. I don’t really even like to give interviews for print, either. Rarely is what comes out in print actually in the nature and feel of the way I said it. This makes me highly sensitive to the times when I write articles and
On the day a child was buried, I was there. On the day a child was buried, as his body was being loaded into the back of his father’s pick-up truck to be taken to the graveyard… … and as the casket was being carried out of the church, a huge garbage truck rumbled by
Never expect to know where you’ll be this afternoon, let alone next week or next month. Life is just better that way… Why? Because if you try to say, “This is what I will do and nothing else.” You’re doing two very bad things immediately: #1) You’re setting yourself up for disappointment. Almost assuredly, nothing
Because of my newness to the scene, I still get a little warm and fuzzy when I see myself in the international media. I’ll be in a photo on the BBC or AFP wire or I’ll see an image appear in the NYTimes that I saw being made. Its a weird feeling. Well… be as