Week 16

Day 106 (April 16th)

18.0 mm || 1/100 || f/3.5 || ISO1600 || NIKON D7000
Port-de-Paix, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 107

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Day 108
No picture today 🙁

Day 109
No picture today, double suck 🙁 🙁

Day 110

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Day 111

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Day 112 (April 22nd)

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Week 15

If you’re curious about my thoughts on Haiti, I’d encourage you to read what I wrote after I came back. Below is only a small glimmer of all the photos from Haiti I have posted on Flickr. Fun fact: I took about 3000 photos this year, which is ~100% more than I took last year. However, I only ended up publishing 613 photos, versus 582 last year, which is only 5.3% more. I also figured it takes me, on average, about 1 minute of editing time for every photo taken. Which is about right for the 40-50 hours of editing I put in for the Haiti photos this year.

Day 99 (April 9th)

31.0 mm || 1/3200 || f/4.0 || ISO400 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 100

120.0 mm || 1/50 || f/5.3 || ISO1600 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 101

32.0 mm || 1/500 || f/4.2 || ISO100 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 102

26.0 mm || 1/500 || f/4.5 || ISO100 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 103

130.0 mm || 1/640 || f/5.6 || ISO200 || NIKON D7000
Gonaives, Artibonite Department, Haiti

Day 104

18.0 mm || 1/40 || f/4.5 || ISO1250 || NIKON D7000
Beau Champ, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 105 (April 15th)

120.0 mm || 1/320 || f/5.3 || ISO200 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Week 14

Do you ever have those times in life where life seems to be living you? These past two months have sort of felt like that. Not that I was on autopilot, but more of a feeling like I was being swept down a river and had very little control over where I was going. Except in this case, the river wasn’t dangerous; the river was awesome. Still, it’s left me pretty exhausted and I’m very thankful that, for the most part, it’s been a pleasurable experience.

This week brings you the start of this pleasurable river cruise and includes the first glimpses of Haiti.

Day 92 (April 2nd)

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Day 93

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Seattle, Washington, United States

Day 94

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Mountlake Terrace, Washington, United States

Day 951

10.5 mm || 1/1000 || f/6.3 || ISO200 || NIKON D70
Golden, Colorado, United States

Day 96

135.0 mm || 1/2500 || f/5.6 || ISO500 || NIKON D7000
Los Angeles, California, United States

Day 97

56.0 mm || 1/5000 || f/4.8 || ISO500 || NIKON D7000
, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

Day 98 (April 8th)

18.0 mm || 1/50 || f/3.5 || ISO6400 || NIKON D7000
Beau Champ, Nord-Ouest Department, Haiti

  1. Sometimes, I think it’s more fun to see what the annals provide. Of course, that’s not the goal. Today we got lucky with this shot from 2008 

First Thoughts on Being Back From Haiti

I’m not sure what I want to say. I keep jumping all around in my mind, a nontemporalproximal place.

The number of emotions that sweep over me remain overwhelming.

I feel a sadness now that I’m back. I feel like I’ve died.

I feel a great relief to be back home though. Yet, I hate what home brings with it.

I am acutely aware of the sounds: the low murmur of cars on I-5. The buzz of the street lamps in their orange glow. The people yelling down the street. The cars as they drive past me.

It’s so cold here. I’m not used to sleeping with all these blankets.

I put my ear buds in and play a podcast…not my usual one, but one I would listen to in Haiti. My whitenoise maker reminds me of the airplane engines. I fall asleep.

As I walked to the next gate at the airport, I felt inundated with commercial advertisement. What is this product? Why do I need it? Why the fuck are they even advertising this, nobody needs this.

I keep looking out the window, not wanting this plane ride to end. Planes and airports now remain my last vestige of something that means so much, yet I can’t accurately explain what or why.

I don’t want to collect my bags on the carousel. I don’t want to leave the airport — it means I have to say goodbye.

There’s something special about spending such intimate time with these people. We eat together, we sleep together, we pray together, we ride together, we laugh together, we cry together, we work together. We created a new being — a new life form — that existed for 11 days. It was symbiotic and it will never exist again like it did.

I don’t want to go to sleep, because it means I have to move on.

It feels weird to be alone, knowing there’s no one just around the doorway.

We see each other at church and naturally gravitate toward each other.

We seem different now. Sure, we’ve all taken our hot showers; but it’s not that. We act different.

I don’t want to look at my email. There’s 116 new emails covering at least 50 different topics.

Work, even life here, seems too complicated. Too complex. Too overwhelming. I just want to curl up into a ball and cry.

I want things to be simple again. I want to focus on what’s in front of me right now, not what may or may not happen in two weeks.

3026 photos, that’s a lot of memories. I look at them and replay the trip over in my head. I look at the photos from the very beginning of the trip, from when before we really knew each other. Who are these people?

Coming back this time was different. Last time, I was excited to be home because I didn’t know when I was going to get home. This time though, I could anticipate getting home. I knew almost precisely when I would land.

There was no large contingent of people waiting with bated breath for us at the airport. Just our parents, significant others, or roommates.

We sang our song one last time. It was beautiful, amazing, poignant, awesome…just like Haiti was.

I don’t know if I want to go back. I love the simplicity of it. I love Bruce and Deb. I love to see what God is doing. But I hate the politics. I hate that things don’t make sense. I hate that people sometimes try to take advantage of me because I’m “blan”1; it doesn’t feel good when I’m trying to help.

I don’t want to let go of that feeling of being down there. I want to hold it close to me. But I don’t know how to do that and still live and work here.

I don’t know what’s next. I just want to feel that way again.

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