Archive for the ‘Photojournalism’ Category
Cab ride blessings.
Yesterday a cab driver named Emmanuel drove me to the Norman Felix Gallery with my Kenya prints. We talked about how his brother was living in Nairobi and “Had I ever been there?” “Yes!” I replied enthusiastically telling him about my visit to the Canadian consulate and my misadventures on the bus ride over. He told me that his family was from Ethiopia, and when I told him that I had been there also the conversation really took off. We talked buna ta ta, injera, Abyesha, Addis Ababa, and the eventually the Full Gospel church. We discovered that his family attended the same church as my friends in Addis.
When he dropped me off he blessed me, and it made me feel nostalgic and hopeful. The experience inspired me to revisit my Ethiopia photos and I found this one. The man pictured is an Orthodox priest in Abote district. I photographed him right before dinner as the sun was setting.
From that famous walk home,
While in Kenya we would walk the same route everyday. To the Nakumat, to the orphanage, back to our house, back to the orphanage. I’d often (almost always) have my camera slung around my shoulder. These photos were shot along the way.
Tear Sheets from TV Week Magazine
Mi-Jung was kind of enough to send me her copy of TV Week Magazine. Last month my photos of Mi-Jung and the children were featured as a cover story in the Vancouver based publication. The article is about our trip with World Vision to Brazil and the Vancouver Campaign for Children. It is really great to see my photos used to tell the stories of these amazing kids.
Some love from CTV,
CTV BC has posted a web gallery of my photos from Brazil. I was there this past December shooting for the Vancouver Campaign for Children. The picture above was shot in the home of one of the poorest families I have ever met. The visit was quite heartbreaking especially when this little one flashed me such a playful look. Mi Jung Lee (a CTV news anchor) tells the story best here.
Restless/ Unrest
During the post election ethnic riots in Kisumu Kenya, Sister Philomena wouldn’t let the children of St. Clare’s orphanage outside. She was afraid a Kibaki’s police would kill them. The children had plenty of time to think. Their lives are hardly ideal, but they want to be engineers, doctors and teachers and pilots.
Good Ole Yeller - Break (it) down.
Kiss Kisumu Hello,
Kisumu, has been on my mind lately. Here are some shots from my time there.
