“All the places in the world – and you went to Haiti?!”
Since finding out I was going to be travelling to the poorest country in the Americas, this was the kind of shocked response I had grown accustomed to.
“Yes,” I answered. “And it was lovely!” Continue reading
Oh, to be able to bring this scene to life with the noise, the heat, the humidity. The acrid smells of rotting crops and fly-covered meat, the sticky black floor. This photograph is strangely calm, its subject lit as if upon a stage by the Caribbean light penetrating the glorious, rusting, metal roof. Continue reading
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