Thai Girls
Photo by Hans Proppe, Agua Dulce, Ca. & Whidbey Island, Wa. USA
In our endless strive for more material wealth and social acceptance, we tend to leave behind and forget what has already been created by our society, be that PEOPLE, PLACES or THINGS.
A teenage girl fills up water pots in Kan-Karen-Kacha, central Niger.
This girl will fill up a lot of the pots lined up around to the right, then walk each one individually home on her head. The well from which she drew the water is about 50m deep, and she pulled the water up by hand using a small plastic bladder at the end of a rope. It takes several draws to fill up one of the pans she is pouring from. This will take several hours of her day, and she will do this every day until she has daughters of her own old enough to take care of this for her.
Niger ranks highest in the world for the proliferation of child labour. A recent Economist article observed that 60% of children between 5 and 15 are, according to technical definitions, engaged in child labour.
Photo by Tris, Niamey - NIGER.
Demolição do Bairro da Azinhaga dos Bezouros.
Photo by Gonçalo Santos.
Remember this?
Photo taken in Paraty, RJ. by Gregory J. Smith - CARF, São Paulo - BRAZIL.
Cuando no sabemos el nombre de una persona mayor, le decimos "Don"... o "Doña"... este es el caso.
Me impresionaron mucho los ojos de Don. Mucha añoranza acumulada.
Photo by Memo Vasquez.
Sad fact: while some people eat at fine restaurants or in the warmth of home, many people still eat in the coldness of a street.
...y todavia uno se queja
Photo by Barusch Benitez, Mazatlan - MEXICO.
Manifestation against the uninhabited on the Plaza Figueira.
Manif contra os desalojados na Praça da Figueira, 22-10-05
Photo by Pedro Vilela.
A grandmother and her daughter in their home in rural Cambodia. The little girl's mom has died from HIV/AIDS and this woman is caring for her and 3 other children. She is exhausted.
During our baseline survey in Kien Svay Province, Cambodia.
Photo by Michaela Hackner, Phnom Penh, CAMBODIA.
(sf civic) (taken 1/17/06)
...homeless Terence from Alameda. Terrence had difficulty making eye contact; similar to Ray in furtive distraction.
(not cropped)
Photo by Tomas, San Francisco - USA
Exploring some of the hills on my own, I stopped for a while to watch this old Karen woman weave. Her son in law came by and spoke English. She is 89 years old and has all her humor.
Photo by Philippe Tarbouriech, Geneva - SWITZERLAND.
" Could you spare some change please? " she said with her eyes closed....
I know her. I stopped. " One sec, let me check."
She opens her eyes, recognizes me and smiles. " Hello Miss. Thank you. You are very kind to us all. Thank you Miss."
" Oh, you're in luck! " I hand her a toonie.
Her smile got bigger. " I thank you very much. God bless you. Take care Miss."
"You too, good luck" I smile, touch her shoulder for a sec and then go on my way.
HER AND HER WORDS WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
Photo by Ana Crisan, Oakville, Toronto - CANADA.
I love the choreography of kids playing--as well as the crouching, the squatting, the posing. These three muskateers are in a half-illuminated alley in one of Maputo's most dangerous neighborhoods. What a backdrop for such innocence, imagination, and silhoetted motion.
Mozambique. Afrika.
July, 2005.
Photo by Kresta King Cutcher, USA.
A woman giving water and food to a poor personn in Badami. I must add that before that she gave him food, wasn't ready to click...What else to say?. Here it seems people give often and all the time.
Photo by Claude Renault, Reykjavik - ICELAND.
Paraty is a wonderfully atmospheric town, any time of the day or night. There’s always a surprise waiting around the next corner.
Little Leandro was quite captivated by this first meeting with a very strange instrument that he had never ever seen before, in this equally strange "fairytale land".
Likewise his brothers, Samuel, Lucas and Elias, from the shanty where they normally live, in the mega city São Paulo.
Photos by Gregory J. Smith - CARF, São Paulo - BRAZIL.
It was cold. I was spending some time sitting and chatting with Guy. We were sitting on the pavement in a crowed street. A man, Guy's buddy, was sleeping near us on a card. Half an hour later he suddenly woke up, looked at my face and decided to adopt me as a friend. We shook hands and begin a very long conversation. When I asked to shoot him, he'd got a large smile and his eyes twinkled. So, during an hour, we talked and made pictures. He was such an actor !!! He took poses, played with his eyes, moved his hands. We made almost 25 pictures. This picture is one of the first. He wanted to begin with a classical smoking picture (like Boggart).
He explained me a lot of things about the street : the violence, the alcohol, the night, the friendship. He's said that he knows almost all the homeless in the heart of the town. He had learned to be respected with his fists and his words. Actually, he was very well educated and was a really good speaker. I imagine he was a playboy in his young years.
Now he's 57 and he looks not so bad despite the living in the street. His name his Gérard. He's a lion.
Photo by Rod, Paris - FRANCE>
St. James Church, Armenian Quarter, Old City of Jerusalem April 25th, 2005.
A memorial service for the Armenian Genocide.
Photo by Keren Leaf.
This man and his familly have come to Tehran after Pakistan terrible earthquake, at least they have a shelter, food and something to warm up their little room here.
Photo by HORIZON, Mashhad - IRAN.
Visiting the local Warao Indians in the delta of the Orinoco river
Venezuela 1996
Photo by BoazNanjing - CHINA
"Great tragedy has come to us, and we are meeting it with the best that is in our country. ...Because this is America. This is who we are."
--George W. Bush
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires leapt out of the earth devouring human beings
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings came through the sky to kill children and the blood of children ran through the streets without fuss, like children's blood.
Jackals that the jackals would despise
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate.
Face to face with you I have seen the blood of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave of pride and knives.
Treacherous generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain:
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges and from every dead child a rifle with eyes and from every crime bullets are born which will one day find the bull's eye of your hearts.
And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land.
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood in the streets!
- from Pablo Neruda,
"I'm Explaining a Few Things"
ORIGINAL IMAGE: unknown US Military
Image Alteration by AnomalousNYC, Lower East Side - USA.
May all your dreams come true.
Thank you for helping us to realize ours
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