Archive for the ‘Journalism’ Category

In recognition of the historic passage of health care reform tonight, a shot I took while covering Senator Kennedy’s funeral for WBUR.

The most important and meaningful thing that we can do in our time on this earth is to simply take care of each other.

Be well.

xoxo,

klc

Pashupatinath Briddhasram

January 6, 2010

The Siddhi Shaligram Briddhasram (Home for the Elderly) is the only state-sponsored nursing home in the country of Nepal.  The home is located inside the Pashupatinath Hindu temple – the largest temple dedicated to Lord Shiva in the world.  The temple sits on the banks of the Bagmati river, a holy waterway that flows to the Ganges.  Cremations are performed here daily, and the smoke plumes from the fires drift overhead as worshipers offer marigold garlands to Shiva.

The conditions at the Biddhasram  are a bit shocking at first to Western eyes, but the residents here are actually among the lucky few.  Nepal is one of the poorest countries in the world, with over half of the population living under the international poverty indicator of surviving on less than $1.25 per day [source].  While steep ancient steps and slick stone walkways pose a danger to the residents, the benefits they receive of hot, regular meals and a stable living environment outweigh the risks.

I spent most of my time at Pashupatinath in the ward that houses residents with disabilities.  The ailments of the patients range from manageable tuberculosis to severe mental handicaps.  Many of the people in the following photos could no longer verbally communicate, perhaps in these photos a bit of their lives can be seen without needing words.

This gentleman is almost totally blind and spends much of his time in his bed alone, yet when I asked him in Nepali how he was doing he replied with an enthusiastic “I’m beautiful!!”  His spirit stayed with me long after I left the home.

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SunThese two are husband and wife and came to the home together.  She is quite disabled, and he never leaves her side.  A true love story

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This women is severely mentally handicapped and is prone to spontaneous hysterical ranting fits. Only two things keep her calm. 1. Helping with the daily chores and 2. Having her hand held. When volunteers come to help clean the ward they offer their hands, otherwise one of the other residents sits quietly with her. They don’t speak. They just sit. Hand in hand.  The last portrait is of the hand-holding friend.eyes diptych

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xo,
klc

The Faces of Rural Nepal

December 24, 2009

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I have spent the last three weeks volunteering in the rural Terai region of Nepal.  I was based in Narti, a very small village in the Dang district.  Dang is home to a large population of the Tharu people, an ethnic group that was immune to malaria and enjoyed their way of the region for many years undisturbed.  When malaria was eradicated, hill people from the north began to move in and seize the land of the Tharu.  Today, over 70% of the population of the Terai is landless and live in extreme poverty.  In the face of their difficult lives, all of the people I met during my time in Narti were warm and welcoming, happily offering a smile, which is often all that they had to give.

These are some of their faces.

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I’ve been feeling a bit homesick around this holiday season, so I’m glad to be able to share with all of you a taste of what my home has been like for the past month.

Much love

klc

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I’ll try to keep this as neutral as possible as to not offend anyone’s beliefs, but I’ll start by saying that I myself am not a follower of any organized religion.  I think that religion does an amazing amount of good in this world and more often than not makes for better people and better communities.  However I cannot ignore the wars, exclusion, and crimes that are committed in the name of some god.

While in India I assisted my cousin, who is also a photographer, in shooting a Christian campaign in Agra.  The campaign involved on average 400 Indians gathering 4 evenings a row to listen to a minister from America preach through a translator about Jesus.  Missionary work has been going on all over the world for hundreds of years.  I get it, and I’m not offended by it.  But the manner in which this particular campaign was presented was troublesome to me.

The people who came to listen to the preaching are most likely practicing Hindus.  They came not for Jesus but because they heard a promise of healing.  These people are inflicted with polio, blindness, leprosy, and worse.  They may simply be poor and struggling to feed their families or cannot conceive children.  They will try anything in order for their fortune to turn around, so this night, they’ll try Jesus.  The preacher, who if he really is a Christian and attempts to have a personal relationship with Jesus that takes dedication and years of work, seemingly goes against this own discipline and encourages these cheap flash-and-dash “healings.”  He calls people on the stage, puts his hands on their heads and claims to be curing their ills through the power of God.  I found the whole experience to be exploitive of these people, their visceral problems and pains, and the importance and power of commitment to a faith.

Regardless of my feelings of the event, I was able to capture what I think are some powerful photos.  I hope you’re able to feel through the images the desperate longing of these people for a better life.

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Thanks for reading, I’d love to hear any thoughts you may have.

xoxo,

klc

Young faces of India

November 19, 2009

I have been in Nepal for over a week now, but while traveling my access to a good wireless signal has been sketchy at best. So now that I’ll be in one place for a few days expect the blog posts to come fast and furious while I catch up.

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I spent the afternoon at Mother Teresa’s Home of the Missionaries of Charity.  The Home is a place where the sisters care for orphaned children as well as the elderly, sick, and infirm.  There really isn’t much that I can say that wouldn’t feel trite, so I’ll just let the photos be.

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My heart feels different.  It feels better.

xoxo

klc