The last global farmers shelter in rifts and unreachable ravines enveloped in loneliness huddle on the margins and scraps of earth still damp from warm, organic contact and human touch. Precarious land that is alive because of extreme poverty.
The observation of self and of one’s own being as a first step towards the observation of the world and the understanding of it. The transit, as a form of concrete existence of society and of individuals which allows (or forces) the human species to adapt to its own new activities and perceptions.
It’s common to hear photojournalists described as the eyes of the world, acting as witnesses to events that we would otherwise not see. To some extent this is true, but it’s a simplified description that suggests passive observation and it denies the greater function of active investigation that defines great photojournalism…
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