I don’t know how you do it (or, in this case, did it). We could talk all day about the vanishing point, the composition, rule of thirds etc.
But I see at least 3 (maybe 4?) people carrying what has to be unbearable weight. And there seems to be no destination in sight.
Is this a young child? Is that a woman in the distance?
People bitch about getting stuck in a traffic jam here in the States, and then they bitch all day about their jobs.
You’re a braver man than me Fatz. This image is burned in my head, and I can’t even imagine having to see this, maintain composure, and keep moving on.
Thanks Bernard. Yes, this was one of the highlights of my trip to Nyumbani Village. I went out collecting firewood with 4 girls under 10 years old. We walked about 2 miles or so out into the fields that are being cleared to plant melia trees. These little girls used a dull machete to gather all of this. And carried it back. The smallest one pictured here (around 8 years old? I have in my notes somewhere) was having a hard time. I offered to carry it, but the girls got all nervous and said it was not a good idea, this was “woman’s work.” They did let me carry it for like 10 feet just to get an idea of how hard it was. It was very heavy, and the rope they were using was very coarse to have digging into your head like that. Unbelievable. I sometimes remember certain kids there and wonder what they are doing at this very moment as I sit in my climate-controlled house and microwave leftovers.. crazy.
I don’t know how you do it (or, in this case, did it). We could talk all day about the vanishing point, the composition, rule of thirds etc.
But I see at least 3 (maybe 4?) people carrying what has to be unbearable weight. And there seems to be no destination in sight.
Is this a young child? Is that a woman in the distance?
People bitch about getting stuck in a traffic jam here in the States, and then they bitch all day about their jobs.
You’re a braver man than me Fatz. This image is burned in my head, and I can’t even imagine having to see this, maintain composure, and keep moving on.
Beauty and tragedy, side by side, holding hands.
Thanks Bernard. Yes, this was one of the highlights of my trip to Nyumbani Village. I went out collecting firewood with 4 girls under 10 years old. We walked about 2 miles or so out into the fields that are being cleared to plant melia trees. These little girls used a dull machete to gather all of this. And carried it back. The smallest one pictured here (around 8 years old? I have in my notes somewhere) was having a hard time. I offered to carry it, but the girls got all nervous and said it was not a good idea, this was “woman’s work.” They did let me carry it for like 10 feet just to get an idea of how hard it was. It was very heavy, and the rope they were using was very coarse to have digging into your head like that. Unbelievable. I sometimes remember certain kids there and wonder what they are doing at this very moment as I sit in my climate-controlled house and microwave leftovers.. crazy.