Well, it's true. It's been a long time since I've posted any new work. It was a busy spring and summer.
A lot of my time and energy was focused working on a fellowship to document issues and stories surrounding family homelessness. It was a great learning experience, but a few things fell to the wayside while juggling the project, daily work at the paper and spending time with my favorite peeps.
To get a fresh start, I started a new visual journal.
Last year, my Aunt Trish told me she was thinking about throwing a prom for her 50th birthday in our hometown of Riverton, Wyo.
Trish never attended her high school prom. Years later, something inside of her yearned for that special experience.
So, after mustering up some courage, she made plans to throw a bash. The party would mark a new chapter life, and celebrate her good health after fighting breast cancer.
She rented a small hall, and invited her friends and colleagues from the Middle School where she works. She wrangled my Uncle Rex into a tux. She granted my little cousin Paul the wish of wearing an orange one. And, cousin Kristin, (oh, my goodness!) looked absolutely stunning.
I wouldn't have been able to take these photos if Manuel didn't loan me his camera. (Thank you, M!)
Awhile back, I tried to put together a small photo package for the paper on a South Seattle boxing gym. The club has wide range of boxers— from young boys and girls to professional fighters. I wanted to do the story because the gym is an asset to the neighborhood— a haven where people of all ages can be safe, feel apart of a community and push themselves to new goals.
One young teenager said he learned discipline, and how to shrug off negativity from his peers at school. (Before, that was hard to do.) One single mother said she felt at ease knowing her two young daughters were training while she worked into the evening. Some of the older boxers were fierce, but lended a hand to their younger teammates.
The story ended up falling through near publication. (A bummer.) But, a friend encouraged me to share some of the photos. I think it's been good to revisit them before shelving the project and moving forward.
Enette Dumerin holds her two twins Carlebre Dumerin (left) and Jeff Dumerin (right), 3, in a C-17 Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010 on route from Haiti to Orlando.
Click here to view The Seattle Times story written by Hal Bernton.
A man rests on a seat among 186 evacuees Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010 on a C-17 traveling from Port-au-Prince, Haiti to Orlando, Florida.
Men unload equipment that will be used to help repair the damaged Digicel mobile phone network Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010 at the Port-au-Prince Airport.
A man walks in the Port-au-Prince Airport Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010 where some countries are flying in aid and relief workers.
A long cue of evacuees wraps around the Toussaint Louverture International Airport in Port-au-Prince Jan. 17, 2010 in Haiti five days after the 7.0 magnitude earthquake.
A full bus of passengers sits at the Port-au-Prince airport Sunday, January 17, 2010 in Haiti.
A woman who recently had a stroke is transported from the Port-au-Prince airport Jan. 17, 2010. Evacuees were transported to Orlando on a C-17.
Leanne Civil(cq) is comforted by her son inside of a C-17 Jan. 17, 2010 at the Port-au-Prince airport. Around 186 evacuees were transported from Haiti to Orlando on the aircraft.
A tear rests on Kefler Ashley Zephyr's eye, 3, as he and his mother are transported with 186 evacuees from the Port-au-Prince to Orlando on a C-17.
Inside a C-17 Globemaster III aircraft, 186 evacuees are transported Jan. 17, 2010 from the Port-au-Prince, Haiti to Orlando, Florida. The aircraft departed early Sunday morning from McChord Air Force Base in Washington, then stopped to load extra supplies at Langley Air Force Base, Virginia before landing in Haiti.
Rose Carmelle Henry(cq) holds her daughter Chloe Michaelle Henry(cq), 3 months, while being transported with 186 evacuees inside a C-17 January 17, 2010 from the Port-au-Prince to Orlando.
Michele Germain and her daughter Neyssa Germain, 9, rest while being transported with 186 evacuees inside a C-17 from Port-au-Prince to Orlando. Germain said she works with World Vision, and was in the office when the earthquake hit. “The city is so devastating,” she said.
Police transport a woman out of a C-17 with other evacuees Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010 in Orlando, Florida. Around 186 individuals were evacuated from the Port-au-Prince airport on the mission.
Airmen from the 62nd Airlift Wing help finalize the takeoff early Sunday morning of two C-17 Globemaster III aircraft from McChord Air Force Base, near Tacoma. The C-17s will pick up cargo and deliver it to Haiti and return stateside with evacuees.
Master Sgt. Chris Haylett, a media escort, sleeps while flying from McChord Air Force Base towards Virginia Sunday, Jan. 17th, 2010 on one of two C-17 Globemaster III transports. The aircraft is delivering relief cargo to earthquake victims in Haiti.
We departed McChord Air Force Base at 2 a.m. Sunday, strapped inside the belly of a roaring C-17. Veteran Seattle Times reporter Hal Bernton sat nearby, as well as the familiar faces of a handful of Northwest journalists. We were all following an Air Force humanitarian mission, designed to assist Haitians affected by last week's 7.0 magnitude earthquake. Feeling the shake of takeoff, I was a little nervous, unsure of what was to come.
We knew the aircraft would pick up supplies from Virginia's Langley Air Force Base and deliver them to Haiti. But it wasn't until later the Air Force confirmed our mission also was to evacuate a group of Haitians with ties to America, either through citizenship or residency.
While flying from Washington state to Virginia, we reached for our blankets and sleeping bags inside the cold cargo bay, hoping to catch a few hours' sleep. When we arrived at Langley, the first of our four stops, crews loaded more than 100,000 pounds of equipment and a team of Army soldiers into the aircraft. A few hours later, at sunset, the C-17 landed on the Port-au-Prince tarmac. The crew started to unload the cargo. We peeled off our layers, inhaled the hot, humid air and went outside.
Directly in front of us, dozens of men swiftly unloaded supplies from Digicel, a major mobile-phone company in Haiti that was damaged in the quake. In the other direction, I was stunned to see a line of hundreds of people that snaked around the Toussaint Louverture International Airport.
Under a red-and-white-striped tent, we met a mother in a wheelchair clutching her baby. The woman had been buried for three hours in rubble, and lost four family members in the earthquake, including a son and her own mother. Around her, families comforted their children. A young woman gently poured liquid into her sick father's mouth. The bluish mountains in the distance turned to black as night fell.
We spent less than just a couple of hours at the airport before evacuees were lined up to board the plane. Crew members carried and wheeled up the sick and elderly. I met a son and his injured mother, Leanne Civil, when they were trying to find her seat belt. Leanne's head was wrapped in white gauze, and both of her feet were injured. Her son accidentally bumped her leg. She groaned. He apologized profusely, wiping his mother's face with his T-shirt. I'm not sure if he was wiping away dirt, sweat or tears.
More than 180 evacuees filled the plane. The seats were saved for those who needed them most. The rest of the evacuees sat in rows on the floor of the cargo area, banded together with a thick white safety strap. To move from the back to the front of the aircraft, I carefully tiptoed thought a sea of people. I found an open spot near the front of the cargo bay, where I had enough room to sit cross-legged.
Behind me, Lucnie Gustave held her two children, daughter Luznie and son Chris Ryan. Gustave, who is studying medicine, said she was in a classroom when the earthquake hit. Her home was damaged, but she had access to food — a banana tree in her back yard.
"I lost many things," she said. "I don't have money now."
Her children are American citizens. Gustave wasn't sure when she will return to Haiti. Maybe in seven months, she said, to repair her home. She asked if I was on Facebook. Since returning from the trip, I've sent her a friend request and we've been trading messages online.
This experience floored me. Going into this mission, I was not sure how much we would see or how long we would be at the airport. It was the first time I had met people who may have been suffering with thirst and hunger. Crew members told us not to chew gum or take out any food and water during the flight because we did not have enough to go around. A couple of evacuees asked if there was water available. It was difficult to respond when I knew there were two or three unopened bottles in my backpack.
Covering this story also reminded me that now, more than ever, we're a global community, that America and other countries have a vested interest in what's happening in Haiti.
This is a catastrophe of massive scale. As of now, the death toll is estimated at 200,000 -- more than 100 times that of Hurricane Katrina, and approaching the loss of life caused by the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami.
I think it's important to keep following Haiti's story, to help and give where we can, and not turn our gaze as time goes on.
I'm writing this back in Seattle, late at night, in my bed. And, I'm thinking about all the people in Haiti who weren't lucky enough to get on that C-17.