06.16.10 // Twenty-Five Toes // Lira Uganda I believe the phrase goes, ‘If these walls could talk, oh the stories they’d tell.” As I sit here with these children, I wonder what stories their feet would tell me. How many miles have they walked without shoes over rocky roads and uncultivated fields? How many times have they fetched the day’s water or run under a tree for shelter from the rain. These feet have built callouses to protect but also to survive. If their feet could talk, I think it would leave mine speechless.
His eyes are so intense, staring back at me like a little warrior. I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me so intently... Does he wonder why I am here as much as I want to know his story? Does he want to meet my family in the same way I want to know his sisters? Is he curious about my white skin and curly hair as much as I am intrigued by the dirt on his dark face? I wonder what he's thinking. But the only words he speaks are with his eyes. There comes a moment in each life experience where you must decide if...
Read Morebe sure you’re coming to the photography show THIS FRIDAY NIGHT!!! yes, my first San Francisco showing and all for a good cause. all of the money we raise from the silent auction is going towards the school i helped design this summer during my month in Africa. so be there and buy a photo. and if you won’t be there, stay tuned, because you’ll soon be able to buy it online as well. REFLECTIONS OF AFRICA a collections of stories and photographs FRIDAY, AUGUST 28TH 7-9PM AT MERIDIAN GALLERY 535 POWELL STREET SAN FRANCISCO, CA ALL PROCEEDS FOR REBUILDSUDAN.ORG download the invite here: reflections-of-africa
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i am seeing africa, their africa. it is not as i imagined it. it is more gentle than aggressive. is more sincere than sinister. their skin so scarred yet pure; their eyes so piercing yet gentle. i want to meet them; i want to know them. i want to be here with them.
everywhere we go, we seen evidence of the past. it’s as if we cannot escape these signs of war which point towards the pain still lingering in this place. i wonder if they serve as healthy reminder of what was or if they hinder the future of what could be. as the green branches over take the rusted steel, i believe hope is on the way.
i wish i could see life through his eyes. i would give anything right now to enter his world to understand him more. no matter how hard i try, i will always be an outsider. kawaja, they call me… white person is my label. again and again, all day long, i am known by my skin, as one who does not belong. how i long to see through his eyes…instead, i can only see myself in them.
i am flying over the sudan and i cannot even begin to describe this moment. below me lies a network of huts, a collection of villages, a living organism of tribes, a ethos of culture. it has existed long before my time and will continue long after my visit. even from above, i can see the way they are connected, the way they are intricately woven together. …………………. i recently spent a month in africa and am catching up my blog with stories from my journey. to hear more about our projects and why i was there, see HERE to see my photos from this...
Read Moreit’s been five years since i was in europe last. five years? really? how could it have taken me so long to indulge in this beautiful european way of life? i can hardly believe my first time here was my first time outside my american boundaries. how much i have seen and explored since then. how much more of the world has been opened and since altered my perspective. ah. it’s good to go back to where it all started. …………………. i recently spent a month in africa and am catching up my blog with stories from my journey. to hear more about...
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