Tag: hair
-
Day 8~ July 8th~ Vietnam
How often do we see people passing us by and dismiss them as one in the crowd? Sometimes I love to imagine the kind of childhood they had, how they liked their school, what friends they have, how they first fell in love, and how their voice sounds when they sing. Yes, every single one…
-
Day 3~ July 3rd~ Vietnam
Behind the facade of every city is the part where real life happens. In Asia, these are the little alleys. Exploring these narrow streets and peeking at the daily acts of living that make up what a culture is about, making eye contact with the locals, having simple conversations, exchanging smiles, glances, sometimes giggles, being…
-
Day 21~ May 21st~ Cambodia
Every single child carries in them a great potential for the future. The future is unknown, it has not happened yet and each little new life has the possibility to create a better chance for a life that is nearer to human purpose. Yes to helping them lead us to this new world… photo taken:…
-
Day 10~ April 10th~ Congo
It was a Sunday morning in Goma and we had spent the early morning in the medical center meeting and photographing refugee children. The children and their parents had nothing but rags on, some had bandages, very tired faces and exhausted smiles. And then driving back on the black volcanic streets of the city I…
-
Day 10~ March 10th~ Egypt
When ‘joy’ is able to attend you, life takes on a brilliant glow… Imagine these simple moments of connection, when meeting some stranger’s eyes can cause you and them both to overflow with joy, with a contentment and a knowing that all is well and a great unexplainable happiness is present at the thought of…
-
Day Two Hundred Ninety One, November 9, 2011
They walk the streets, looking for scraps, begging for attention, praying for kindness, hoping for a kind soul, questioning their existence, wondering what their day will bring. We see them, we cringe, we feel some guilt, we help them sometimes, we feel good for a moment and then we do them the greatest insult of…
-
Day Two Hundred Eighty Two, October 31, 2011
Do you remember being seven years old? Remember when your imagination was endless and when your hopes and dreams were still undefeated by cynicism? Do you recall being so free and believing that life is a canvas where you can draw yourself to be absolutely anything you want to be?
-
Day Two Hundred Fourty Four, September 23, 2011
This is Lea, she is 7 years old, she was born in Germany, lived there for 2 years, moved to Shanghai and has been living there for 5 + years. Her parents are a mix of Lebanese, German and American. She holds both the German and the American passports. When you ask Lea where she…
-
Day Two Hundred Thirty Nine, September 18, 2011
The night has no color, darkness has no glow, just maybe the sparkling stars and the smiling moon, reflecting and radiating sunlight. Only the sun has such glory, the magic of painting all with color, with incandescent beauty, in breathtaking shades, with a great golden majesty.