My mind goes on little trips while I'm commuting. This morning: A parking lot outside the art space in Germany where we'd have punk/alternative nights. I was 18. Yvonne smoking as I kept her company on the side of the building, sitting on a…
I'm in Dakar, Senegal, for my birthday. I'm under anyone's radar and enjoying walking past goats and chickens and burnt out cars and girls doing their hair in the street and trying to buy tampons.... In a country where there is none beca…
One year ago this month, The Friends Project opened the preschool in Las Minitas, Nicaragua. On the newsstands today, the 10th anniversary issue of Rochester Magazine features a personal essay and lots of photos about our project! It's a celeb…
This time last year I snapped this selfie as we all celebrated the opening of the Las Minitas preschool that WE all helped build. More than 200 people came together from Rochester and beyond to raise $5,200 to help the farmers realize their dream.…
So here's where I lived in Brin, Senegal. I loved our little home and the view from outside the door made me stop and gaze up at it, every single night. Captured, albeit without all its in-person glory, with my trusty Nikon resting on top of the…
This time last year I was peeing .... That's right, peeing ... At my friend's house in Managua, Nicaragua, when the earth sounded as if giant gears from deep within were cranking it open and my insides rumbled with it at my core. Even if I&#…
I am talking with students at Colchester Middle School with media specialist Lisa Buckton about my travels and photographing remote communities with linguists in Africa and Australia. I'm using the fish Remy carved me in Bandial last week and t…
In many ways, in the small villages in this area of the Casamance, Senegal, traditional culture is changing and part of the changing times. On my final day with the Leverhulme Crossroads language team, Aime (in on left) came over with his traditiona…
My Wednesday: ask Joola women of Enampore to observe a ceremony of newlyweds. They took us in, treated us like the women and put us in traditional dress head to toe. Then they sang into the sacred forest, where we shed our shoes and danced for hour…
