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Image of the day

 

A child sleeps peacefully on the floor of a newly constructed house in one of the areas badly damaged by the January 2010 earthquake.

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Child asleep, Port au Prince, Haiti.  Oxfam, 2010.

Haven, an Irish NGO working on building sustainable communities in Haiti is pioneering using rubble from the earthquake to build new houses.  Wire Gabion baskets are filled with rubble to provide new walls which are designed to withstand future quake event.

To learn more about Haven's work go to:

www.havenpartnership.com

To see what Oxfam are doing in Haiti go to:

http://www.oxfam.org.uk/what-we-do/countries-we-work-in/haiti

Mirtho. The story behind the image.

Mirtho Bellefleur.  Corail Camp, Port au Prince, Haiti. December 2010.

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Client: Oxfam

During the devastating earthquake that struck Haiti on the 12th January 2010 Mirtho was one of the many thousands of people who's life was changed forever.  Trapped beneath the rubble of his house for 48 hours he was eventually rescued but his right leg was so badly damaged it was eventually amputated above the knee.  11 months on from the disaster Mirtho was still waiting for a prosthetic leg and unable to walk to school, his education was on hold.

Corail camp was one of the only official camps set up shortly after the earthquake.  Intended to provide temporary housing for approximately 10,000 people it now houses some 65-100,000 people on the barren rocky ground, the majority in unofficial shanties and most of whom have no intention of leaving.

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To see what Oxfam are doing in Haiti go to:

http://www.oxfam.org.uk/what-we-do/countries-we-work-in/haiti

A Grand Day Out

As a photographer who spends several months of the year shooting on location in remote areas one of the things that always astounds me is the amount of time one can seem to waste in the back of a 4WD vehicle getting around in country.  Almost inevitably the best parts of the day (the morning and evening) are spent bumping along dirt roads while you can frequently be tasked with getting your story or images in the heat and intense light of the midday sun.  There is also the frustration of being on route to a particular location with a time schedule to keep to and passing countless good photo opportunities as you go - all highly annoying.

On some rare days though, when you have a little more time on your hands, you have the chance to stop and take advantage of the the location and the journey and get the images that normally pass you by.

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On this particular day we had been photographing in the village of Longwa that straddles the border of Nagaland and Myanmar.  The people of the village are of the Konyak tribe and were extremely hospitable despite their not too distant past history of head hunting.  Facial tattoos are pretty common among the older men of the area and this along with the beauty and remoteness of the region is what draws in the few visitors who make it here.

Village headman - Longwa, Nagaland/Myanmar border
Village headman - Longwa, Nagaland/Myanmar border

I shot a few portraits including the one above of the new village Headman (lit with a speedlight and shoot through brolly held at full extension in my left hand - my 'go to' quick and dirty lighting in these sort of situations).

Leaving the village in the early afternoon we were faced with the usual long drive to get back to the only guest house in the area but this time had a few hours to kill and spend on the journey.  The first stop was for this guy who was standing beside the road on the edge of a scruffy little village. Come on......, how could you pass up the opportunity to go and chat to a man with horns?

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After the usual pleasantries we broached the subject of shooting a few pictures and as typical in this region it was met with a smile and a nod of the head.  We were then ushered into the mans nearby house and invited to sit in the near darkness whilst the fire was re kindled and the tea made.  With a sweet brew in hand it began to dawn that we were in fact sat in a smokey little opium den with a few other quietly staring reclining figures tucked away in the shadows.

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The man with the horns began to prepare his next pipe, explaining as he did so how he got the opium from the Myanmar side of the border and how he could afford little else other than his habit.  Things then took a peculiar twist.  Our host put both feet behind his head - resting on the dirt floor on just his bottom.  He then stuck his opium pipe in his mouth and took a burning branch from the fire to light it - but then rather than throwing it back on the fire he rubbed the flaming branch up one arm after another explaining as he did that the continued use of opium had completely de-sensitized his skin.  It seemed to have no effect on him at all.  Looking back at the images now I realize I missed capturing the moment concentrating more on shooting portraits rather than documentary images - maybe the smoke had clouded my judgment?

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Leaving the smoke and drugs behind we soon picked up a character we'd given a lift to earlier in the day.  With his bright red waistcoat and blue beads around his legs this was a local village chief who we'd picked up in the morning.  With nothing more than a live chicken in a basket he was on his way by foot to a funeral in a village some 30km away.  Luckily for him it was a day with time in hand so we'd stopped and offered a lift.  It was now the chiefs opportunity to reciprocate and invited us back to his village for tea.  Having accepted we suspected there might have been an ulterior motive as this then took us miles out of our way down dirt paths to deliver him home - again without the time in hand we would never have gone.

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Leaving the chief and by this stage late in the afternoon we passed several hunters on their way into the forest - needless to say it was another encounter too good to pass up.  Young guys with guns - hunters or insurgents?  Nagaland has several insurgent factions demanding regional independence but also involved in kidnapping, extortion, smuggling and inter-factional clashes.  Maybe stopping and shooting the breeze with these guys was not a good idea but again encounters like this are for me what make travel interesting.

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As is so often the case these young guys were flattered to be stopped and have the attention - 2 minutes of chat and then we had the all clear for as many photographs as wanted.  As is so often the case if you just have the time to stop and chat and make time for people you soon realize that there are interesting encounters to be had had even when you are driving along dirt roads in the middle of nowhere.

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Hunter, Nagaland, India

Oxfam America/Rockefeller Foundation commission

Earlier in the year I had a 3 week shoot in a number of East African countries for Oxfam America and the Rockefeller Foundation.  Material from the shoot was ultimately destined for presentation at at the recent summit on "Realizing the Potential of African Agriculture: Catalytic Innovations for Growth" held in Abuja, Nigeria.  The summit was attended by not only numerous African ministers prime ministers but also former UN Secretary General, Kofi Annan.

Some of the material used is shown below.

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A short walk before breakfast

Whilst visiting the Suri people in Southwestern Ethiopia one of the things I was particularly keen to document was the traditional practice of taking and drinking cattle blood early in the morning. 

Cattle are of enormous significance to Suri men with a man's worth  judged by the number of cows he has.  In fact it's not uncommon for Suri men to risk their lives in protecting their cattle from raiders.  Typically adult men might own 30 or 40 cows, saving for the day when having amassed 60 head they are considered of marriageable status. 

Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM

Setting off just after dawn and guided by our armed escort Arbulo (meaning Black Bull) we waded the Kibbish river and headed up into the bush on the far bank.  After a brisk 40 minute walk we arrived at the corral of a man we had met and photographed on the river bank the previous evening and who had invited us to visit him with his cattle. Scanning the cattle with a very knowledgeable eye a young cow was selected and quickly cornered by the young herd boys who then held it ready for blood to be taken. 

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Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM

Strangely the cattle were not particularly disturbed by any of this - perhaps used to this near daily activity.  A leather thong was quicky passed around the cows neck and tightened - it's jugular vein by this stage very pronounced but still a tiny target for for the bow and arrow held by one of the elder herd boys. 

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One quick shot with a sharp arrow into the bulging jugular was all it took to release a throbbing stream of blood into the gourd bowl held ready.  Seconds later with the bowl full of vivid red blood the thong was removed and a small handful of mud pressed into the tiny cut.  The blood clotted almost instantly and the cow was released and trotted off to join the rest of the herd seemingly none the worse for it's experience.

Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM

With only minutes before the fresh blood would start to clot, two of the young herd boys quickly polished off the blood in a matter of seconds and then without another word the gate of the corral was opened and they quickly left and vanished into the bush with the cattle.

Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM
Ethiopia © Toby Adamson / AXIOM

Photographing this event was always going to be at least a little bit tricky - with little or no verbal communication possible between me and the subjects there was no real way of telling what was about to happen and there was no option to say hang on a second whilst I change lenses or recompose.  With an already bright sun causing the usual problems of photographing black skin in broad daylight I chose to shoot with off camera fill in flash triggered through a Canon ETTL cable and shot through a combination of white brolly or small softbox.  Trying to get well composed images whilst slipping around in ankle deep cow shit is not the easiest thing to do and as always with hindsight there are always things you might do differently but in general I think I more or less caught the flavor of the morning if not the smell.

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With the cattle gone it was back down to the river to wash off the the knee high reminder of the mornings experience and then back to the tents for our own altogether less adventurous breakfast.

Capa's advice

Legendary photojournalist Robert Capa once said "If your photos aren't good enough, you aren't close enough".  What he was saying was that we as photographers should become more intimate with our subjects, become not only physically closer but also more involved on a personal level with our subjects.

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During a trip to the recent 2013 Maha Kumbh Mela in Allahabad I was frequently amazed by the number of photographers who seemed to show little or no interest in their subjects.  Armed with two large DSLR cameras (generally fitted with grips) and large zoom lenses they seemed so often to be equipped more for shooting wildlife than the main subject of the Mela - people.  Add to that the obligatory backward facing cap and maybe a photographers waistcoat plus the large bag of kit and these guys see themselves marked out as serious players not to be messed with.  Watching the 2 guys below I realised why they needed long lenses - they walked straight past people without any contact, in a world of Nikon and Canon and not in a festival of 100 million people.

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Whenever I go somewhere new it takes a little while to work out how people are going to react to being photographed - in Northern Kenya for example the reaction was generally a demand for money, in Iraq it was always met with a smile.  At the Kumbh Mela it took literally minutes to realise that in this happy festival atmosphere everyone was not only happy be photographed but also frequently insistent that you should photograph them.

My reasons for photographing these sorts of events is the people.  Yes it's an amazing spectacle but more than that it's an opportunity to meet and chat and interact with literally thousands of interesting and interested people.  I think a lot of people have a natural reluctance to approaching total strangers and making small talk - for me it's one of the joys of travel and being a photographer and if you can get over this then you are half way there to 'being close enough'.  I'm constantly amazed by the kindness and generosity of people I meet - if you don't take the time or effort to connect and get closer you will often fail to see this side someones character.

Of course there are cases where some 'photographers' go too far.  At the Mela there were many instances where photographers would just barge in to photograph someone you might be chatting to without so much as a word of a 'hello' or 'do you mind' or anything else - I have to say the local Indian photographers were particularly bad in this regard. Now don't get me wrong I know that I frequently approach and chat to subjects as a way to soften them up for the inevitable photos that follow but by doing this you develop at least some kind of rapport and connection with an individual, no matter how brief it might be.  In an ideal world it would be great to go into a community - spend days getting to know people and making them comfortable in your presence and then start shooting images - unfortunately we don't live in an ideal world and few of us can afford the time or luxury of working in this way.

Having connected with a potential subject it is generally very easy to decide if photos are going to follow - there might be the slightest sign that it's not going to be welcome and that's enough.  I rarely if ever shoot pictures of someone not willing to be photographed, though there are always valid exceptions.  Many amateur photography magazines advise travelers to take candid shots with a telephoto lens in order not to be noticed - I find this a rather sneaky approach that rarely results in a good image.  Far better to photograph people with their complete approval, sometimes acknowledging the camera's presence and at others behaving as though you weren't there - but all the time the connection is there and the consent and respect maintained.  Leave the long lenses in the backpack and use something in the 24 - 50mm range - get connected with the subject and share a bit of human interaction and get images that see into the lives of others.

The Nagas are coming

The Nagas are coming..!

The 2013 Maha Kumbh Mela in Allahabad has recently come to an end.  The 55 day festival held at the confluence of the Ganges, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati river brought together the largest gathering of humanity the world might ever have seen.  Some estimates suggest that over 100 million people attended over the course of the festivities.  Whatever the real number is almost irrelevant – it was without doubt a one of a kind event and an amazing thing to be part of, if only for a few incredibly tiring days.

I went to photograph the festival as a result of a long chain of events beginning about 14 years ago in Ecuador.  I was surfing on the coast having finished a shoot for Oxfam in Colombia and there met a writer/photographer/surfer who was staying in the same guest house.  In the course of conversation the subject of the Kumbh Mela came up and it was there that the seed was sown.  In 2001 the last Maha Kumbh Mela was held and for some long forgotten reason I didn’t go – I guess work probably got in the way.  That meant a long 12 year wait until the festival came around again and the next opportunity came to photograph the largest religious gathering on earth.

The most auspicious bathing day, known as Mauni Amavasya, was this year on the 10th February.  It is then that the Sun and the Moon enter into the sign of Capricorn and it’s believed to be the day when the universe was created.  The day holds extreme religious importance and taking bath on this day in the holy waters is deemed immensely significant and auspicious.

Being the busiest day of the festival meant the crowds were incredible – no forget that – beyond incredible.  Setting of from our camp on the Western side of the river it took in excess of 3 hours to walk to the main bathing area at the Sangam – the river had to be crossed several times via the numerous tightly packed temporary pontoon bridges end everywhere was a solid mass of humanity.  The sheer number of people and density of the crowd is almost impossible to describe, at times the crush was literally breathtaking – it seemed as though entire villages of people were walking together hand in hand – the women all holding the hand or sari of the woman in front and impossible to pass through without getting carried away by the flow.  Tempers were tested to the limits but remarkably there were incredibly few signs of any anger or aggression.

Having got close to the Sangam (the main bathing area) by 4:30am is was time to get into position to photograph the procession of the Naga Sadhus – the naked, ash covered ascetics devoted to a life of austerity and prayer.  Police were everywhere – restricting access to the main procession route but a bit of sweet talking soon got me the right side of the barriers.

Just before dawn the fenced pathway was cleared by police and officials and the cry “the Nagas are coming” was heard.  Lots of locals advised to stay clear of the Nagas – they have swords – they are uncontrollable – they might hurt you – these were all warnings that police and other told us.  As the first hint of the sun appeared so the first wave of Nagas came down the road – difficult to photograph with rapidly changing light – a mix of tungsten floods, dawn light and a  bit of off camera fill flash.  Waves of excited (probably cannabis fuelled) Nagas were followed by their Gurus riding on tractors and trailers with thousands of devotees behind.

By dawn it was time to battle the crowds and move to another location – but this was a experience that will be hard to forget.