In the wake of the horrible devastation in Haiti, I have been reflecting hard on what it means to have even a minor crisis in a country with no infrastructure. Compound that by the depth of poverty that always reigns in Haiti, and then add the crumbling of even the tenuous infrastructure...and it's apocalyptic. Darkness, dead bodies, screaming, fear.
I keep going back to my images of Uganda, and I landed on this one picture. It's the morning commute. I took these around 7 am on the road to Kilembe. People going about their business. This is peaceful, functioning rural Uganda. What Haiti *aspires* to.
One thing about these pics is that I was really hesitant to just shoot pictures of people as though they were landscapes -- it feels so wrong to take their pics without asking. But then if you ask, you get this:
And it becomes an interaction, not an observation. A totally different narrative. (This is the guy who took me to see the secret hidden hot springs).