For many of the children who grow up in extreme poverty, survival is the goal. There is little “strategic planning” that goes on, each day simply represents another opportunity to find food and water and to endure. Having a big brother to come alongside you...
Photographing for SOW (Serving Orphans Worldwide) - Capturing Grace in Rwanda and DR Congo One of my favorite memories from Africa was spending time at Flames of Love orphanage with Ken Anderson, Vice President of Operations for SOW. Watching Ken connecting with the children at Flames of...
Yesterday, My heart sank at a village where people in extreme poverty live lives of hopelesness and desperation. I can still see their haunting eyes and protruding rib cages when I close my eyes. Children that bore signs of tremendous neglect and abuse, it always...
With butterflies in my stomach I said goodbye to my friends with SOW as well as my comfortable accommodations. They headed back to the US while I stayed behind in Congo ...
Photographing for SOW (Serving Orphans Worldwide) - Capturing Grace in Rwanda and DR Congo December 9th - From my travel journal: Today I photographically documented the dedication of a building here in Goma, Democratic Republic of Congo that will provide shelter for children who have no family...
Photographing for SOW (Serving Orphans Worldwide) - Capturing Grace in Rwanda and DR Congo December 9th - From my travel journal: A little about Goma where I am working - The Democratic Republic of Congo is slowly recovering from a conflict known as Africa's first world war, which...
"Every once in a while you take a photograph and the soul drifts up into view."...
Africa is a continent like no other and Rwanda is one of it’s most beautiful gems, our drive took us through stunning mountain vista’s sprinkled with tea plantations and coffee farms....
God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble...
So I have been back from India for a few days now, I have PTSD from honking horns and zooming into head on traffic during the middle of the night as well as a variety of “invasive security sessions” in airports that depleted my anxiety...
