From February 20, 2020 In a few hours, I’ll be looking down on Port-au-Prince as the plane climbs over any clouds. It will be another day of jarring transitions from extreme disorder and constant uncertainty to unmistakable stability and relative confidence. Behind me will be the constant noise; ahead of me will be virtual silence.
From February 19, 2020 Home is perhaps the sweetest word there is. But not so for many poor Haitians. Their home more like a box. The woman in this photo works at Santa Chiara. This is her home. The photo was taken by her younger sister, probably on an old cell phone.
From February 18, 2020 At the very back of the property is an area dedicated to doing the laundry…done by hand. We had many close lines stretched between to wooden frames. The wood kept deteriorating and collapsing, so we had the steel workers make brackets of steel for the clothes lines.