Day 16~ December 16th~ Guilin

fields of red

fields of red~ guilin

We count our time with seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, with repetitive numbers. Repetition seems to make us feel settled, to let us know where we stand and where we are going. We put numbers on everything in an attempt to clothe the unknown with tangible references. We capture time with numbers, but time is elastic, and is is known to slip away…

Day 4~ April 4th~ Congo

a child and a story

Until I went to Africa and saw the children face to face, the issues resided in my head as statistics, facts and numbers…

This child is no longer a number. This little girl has a unique story, she has a name, she has parents, a favorite game she liked to play back in her home in Rwanda and maybe a favorite color. I met her in Goma, Democratic Republic of Congo, where she was taking refuge  in a medical center with her mother after crossing the border and receiving milk and medication with groups of other refugees, mostly women and children. She is one of millions affected by the conflict in the area and her future is unknown, unsafe and uncertain.

Another powerless victim in a war waged for no other purpose than the attainment of power.