'Spose it's past due, but here's a few top notch moments with a few top notch people from 2017 (Pt. 2). x
'Spose it's past due, but here's a few top notch moments with a few top notch people from 2017 (Pt. 1). x
I noticed his smile at the door. And after we sat down on cushions inside, I noticed it still. . “Tell him?!” I asked Hersh, "Tell him how I love his smile!” . I mean it, guys, my heart really danced. So Hersh did—and the boy smiled a little extra. His mama seemed to like that. . His daddy said his arms and legs didn’t work quite right, but his head did. And I could see that; I could see that he was a sharp boy. He knew that that day they’d moved out of their hovel of a home in Soran where they’d been for three years since they'd left Syria and her civil war. And he knew it was the first day at Azadi—in a new place, with pristine concrete floors and a little back veranda good for growing plants and watching people drive up the rocky road. He sure had plenty to smile about. And because of him, I did too. . #communitiesofhope
I remember the power had gone out a little later that day than usual. It was well after 4pm here, and it had been out only an hour or so. That’s why the door was open, as it was late July and hot—very hot. . She was so proud to wear that dress—so proud of her country. After this photo she pulled me outside by the hand so that we could take another photo in front of the nice view of the mountains. . I am grateful for these days behind me and how they shape the ones before me. . #bijikurdistan
This baby was waiting outside with what looked to be her grandmother. Her mother and aunt were inside sweeping and dusting their new home at the Love Does Village built for Syrian refugees. . This was move-in day. And they had a small truckload of essentials brought from their makeshift home in Soran, where they’d basically been living since they fled Kobane, Syria after ISIS came.
"We are neighbors with Iraq from this moment on." . -President Barzani in Erbil on the eve of Kurdistan's referendum vote.
Kurdish man watches through a heavily guarded gate anticipating the arrival of President Masoud Barzani, Iraqi Kurdistan's KDP leader since 2005, at the pro-independence rally last week in Soran, Iraq.
One more full day until Kurdistan's vote to negotiate independence from Iraq. And although a resounding "yes" is forecasted, with the KDP's Barzani leading the charge, no one knows exactly what Tuesday and the months thereafter hold for the country and her neighbors. . The delegation says a vote "yes" is merely to begin dialogue with Baghdad; but Baghdad has made clear they see Monday's ballot "unconstitutional." The international community, including the U.S, fear Kurdistan may not only hurl herself in the throes of civil war, but quicken the "countermeasures" Turkey and Iran say they're prepared to take. Further, all of this would, no doubt, impede the ongoing fight against ISIS... . Anyway, we're all hoping for mere shortage of gasoline at worst--milk at best. That would make for an unfortunate bowl of morning cornflakes, but at least no one would be running for their lives [again]...
I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I went from taking photos to sitting next to President Barzani of Kurdistan and Mayor Kak Krmanj of Soran for a photo-op overlooking what had to be 5,000 people. What is my life?! . Anyway, the President is making his rounds for pro-independence rallies leading up to next week's referendum vote on the 25th. This evening Soran hosted her own at the University’s stadium, and it was one heck of a bash! . Baghdad and neighbors countries, like Iran and Turkey, largely oppose the referendum. The US and other Western allies fear disunity in the region will undermine the fight against ISIS and ignite further conflict. They argue (mainly) that, perhaps, now is not the time. Pro-referendum Kurds maintain the stance that now is as good a time as ever—after all, when is it “appropriate" to resist and hold your own? Could it be that Kurdistan, more than any other nation, has waited long enough? . #bijikurdistan #everydaymiddleeast #iraq
What a privilege to photograph this piece in @graziauk about the incredible women taking part in the Sewing Sisters Project—an initiative started by @tabanshoresh, which helps Yazidi women who’ve lost everything remake their lives through sewing skills. . This is why I do it, guys—why I love the camera and the power she has to tell of people and places most folks in the world might have otherwise never known—or seen—without words and pictures. I’m grateful to be in this part of the world today so I can meet women like these. I’m further grateful for the privilege it was to photograph them and to be let into their lives last month at the Rwanga Community Camp in Qadiya, Iraq. . WHAT brave women—not only for the way they have, and are, persevering despite profound loss, war, and even slavery; but also for the way they bravely stood before my lens—after all that—to let someone perhaps on other side of the world know them and understand them. . Beautiful words by @itsmeannasilverman . Check out @thelotusf Donate to @kindlyworld to supporting these amazing ladies. . #kindlywomen #livekindly#yazidi #yezidis #women #sewingsisters #refugees @llianabird, @wonderlandcomms
I'll be 32 in a few hours—a new month for us all, and a new year for me. Day one. . "I still remember the days I prayed for the things I have now." . I didn't write that, but I read it. How true it is—yes, EVEN when things don't go the way we pray... Can I say that?! . Anyway, life's wild and so sweet. . Goodnight. See you at 32. 👊🏻 .
Soon after this photo, the fella on the far right donned his Spider Man costume—hooded mask and all. Unfortunately, we discovered one terribly unzippable back zipper when he went to shed the suit. After several long minutes of unsuccessful yanking—and slight panic—I decidedly broke the thing by force. . All that to say, the boy was neither bothered by the "crisis" nor by his confinement. Perhaps he was happy as Spider Man—or perhaps he, better than me, has learned patience when things don't go his way... . Further, the boy was no less settled after learning about the busted zipper on his now unwearable suit. . I expect we all have a thing or two to learn from him. I sure do... . #yazidi #refugee #iraq
This'll probably keep gettin' you into trouble as much as it does me: . “There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.” ― G.K. Chesterton . Then again, itn't sometimes just what we need?
Here’s a little bread baking spot at dusk a few days ago. . Itn’t it somethin’ to think about that the very best bread is always the fresh bread—yesterday’s ol’ stuff won’t do. And everyday we get a new sunrise, and different sunset. We get to to start over, and then get ready to start over again. . I'm glad it's just one day at a time, one loaf at a time, one step at a time.
The past weeks friends and I have been discussing the subject of suffering—both ours, the world’s, and Kurdistan's. Then the other day I came across especially relevant words that my mama must've read to me as a child in her lap like the little one in the photo, as it was a favorite story of mine: . “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand." -The Skin Horse in The Velveteen Rabbit . That got me thinking’ hard about the bizarre picture in Lewis’ The Great Divorce about folks showin' up in heaven. At first they're like balloons—expanded in size, but empty with air—weightless “ghosts,” he says, who fail but to bend the blades of grass so sharp like needles beneath they’re feet. They’ve ever only thought their world as the real one, while heaven the ethereal—some less substantial place. . Backwards they’ve had it all the while—perhaps I do, too. It is heaven that is reality itself, and earth her shadow. To enjoy the pleasures of that place necessitates becoming not less solid like a floating soul, but more, further substantial…Real. . And it is by way of suffering, the Skin Horse claims, that one becomes Real. Maybe it weans us off that backwards thinking, the one-dimensional notion of this world, and readies us to perhaps one day dance effortlessly the grass that heaven grows. . #learning
Luckily I had my camera with me that night. Tim, Karwan, and I had gone to revisit some families from Aleppo living in shanties around Soran. I wasn't expecting to photograph anyone, really—perhaps an exterior shot or two of their "homes" on the way out, which is exactly what I got. Plus, even if I did photograph them, I'd wind up with startled portraits, or, at best, some uncomfortable look my way—useless deliverables, and an untrue window into their lives. None of us have time for that. . At any rate, Tim or Karwan got a call from someone at the Rawandz refugee village with the news that two Yazidi families were packing up and heading back to Shingal..."now"—as in, "Now, sorry, you're gonna miss 'em." . We, of course, headed to Rwandz anyway. I don't know if the families hung around and waited for us or not, but we didn't miss 'em. It was pretty emotional—for Tim more than for me or Karwan, as he's been friends with them a few years and helped them find a safe haven here. . Anyway, it was sundown; the light turned pink; and luckily I had my camera with me that night. . @therefugeinitiative @timothykbuxton
This morning in Soran we celebrated because friend got hitched. . Forgive me, I know this is shy a pretty bride and a groom—but, oh my word, this is so utterly Kurdistan. . #everydayiraq #everydaymiddleeast
What an honor to have met and photographed the women at this salon. Please take a moment to read My-Ngoc To's important piece in @guardian behind two Vietnamese women who persevered despite loss and war so many years ago, and you’ll immediately understand why. . “Phụng was 17 when she fled Vietnam. She left with her older sister in the middle of the night in a small fishing boat with 70 other people. Once they reached the deep ocean, everyone rejoiced that they were not caught by the communists, or worse, by pirates. . A few hours later, though, the blackness of the sea and the sky weighed on their spirits..." . Link in profile
These ladies in Soran city gather weekly for English class. Man, it was somethin’ else being in that room! . I was all over the place photographing. A hand full of them did look at me and smile momentarily while a recorded British lady articulately explained supermarket shopping over a speaker. But they were too focused jotting notes and repeating words that I’m certain I could have done song and dance and no one of them would have batted an eye. Gratitude was obvious by their eagerness to learn. . I was humbled and honored to be with them—and further humbled and honored that they would allow me to photograph them. . Community Center built by @therefugeinitiaitve