Standing next to a cliff with fresh ice melt trickling into a stream, weaving between hundreds of animal skulls and pelts; the smell of the rot is overwhelming. I carefully, and respectfully, walk away from the site while never turning my back upon the site of ancient rituals and magic. A small group of Tibetans greet me and there is a community of three or four families living in permanent, mud packed structures. I watch her laughing to herself as she marches along the perimeter of a mad packed wall. Walking towards the stupa, she slips her hand into my palm. Closing her tiny, weather worn fingers around my hand and we look at each other and smile with a child-like gaze. No one is leading nor lagging; traveling together in unison and harmony; souls complementing one another. The touch reminds me I’m human, with all my insecurities and fears; overwhelmed with the innocence, imagination, and purity of the child’s love. We play with the horses, laugh under the prayer flags while inspecting and investigating everything that sparks our curiosity. She falls over with giggles after watching my attempt to milk the goats, even after her excellent hands-on instructions. She is flying around all of us, feet barely ever touching the ground, buzzing with energy and joy. Her brightness and warmth glows as intense as the last, and single ray of sunshine.
Zorna stands next to her husband in a slum camp developed for garment workers near Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 2014
This young woman is approximately 25 years old and has resided here for the last 10 years. The young couple has one son together that lives with extended family in their hometown of Jamalpur-Sherpur. I was told that the two must reside in separate quarters of the camp, as men and women are separated to prevent problems from arising.
This portrait received an Honorable Mention from the 2014 Professional Women Photographers Open Call.
A 10 year old Bangladeshi girl holds the hand of her little brother in the slums that were built to house the workers and their families of a garment factory near Dhaka, Bangladesh.
These two, with their 2 older sisters and parents have resided in this worker camp for over 5 years. Children will become adults within these squalor conditions, with no educational facilities, to break the cycle of poverty.
More than likely, these two will eventually become employees of the factory, marry a fellow employ, and spend the remaining of their working years here. Generally, garment workers can’t physically work past the age of 40 because the detrimental effects the work has on them.
It’s not only in Bangladesh that people live in conditions like this, and unsafe factory conditions. It’s a worldwide problem. Bangladesh currently has a lot of organizations, volunteers, and NGOs trying to make it better and to help. Some worker camps are starting to see some sort of educational and health facilities. Hopefully, over time and with awareness, we’ll see positive changes.
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Rokiabezom states she is approximately 30 years of age and has been separated from her husband and one son for over 7 years, as she is living and working at a garment factory near Dhaka, Bangladesh.
There is something about this woman and her sari that reminds me of my own mother 30 years ago. As a child in the United States, my mother used to have a robe she wore around the house of almost an identical print and I remember pulling on it and wrapping myself up in it.
Race, nationality, religion aside…this woman’s face speaks for the millions of women around the world that make personal sacrifices every moment of their life, in hopes to provide for their family.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Kobirhossion is 32 years old, married, and has 3 children. Originally from Commilla, Bangladesh, he has lived at this garment worker’s camp for over 12 years separated from his family.
This garment factory produces tee shirts for export and is located north of Dhaka. Last week, the 24th, marked the year anniversary of the Rana Plaza collapse where an estimated 1, 129 workers lost their lives and 2, 515 were injured.
These are the people that clothe the world
Tibetan girl poses, inside the tent used for cooking and food preparation.
If you have an iPhone/iPad/mobile device. There is a free eBook available for download of selected images from Tibet. It’s a free download until Friday, April 18th 2012
A young Kyrgyz boy sits in the driver’s seat of his father’s Lada in Nura, Kyrgyzstan.
An earthquake on October 6, 2008 hit the village, resulting in at least 75 deaths and leveling about 100 buildings. That means this boy was probably just a year or so old during the catastrophe.Statistics state 100 buildings but when I was there I’d be surprised if there were more than 200 people in this small border village in Kyrgyzstan, bordering China.
All the buildings are now new and they have interior heating and some of the best insulated windows I’ve seen in Central Asia. This was funded by NGOs and international aid, which Central Asia is full of, especially their neighbor Tajikistan.
As someone that has been based in China since 2008, I’m always in awe of the dramatic difference when I cross into a border country. The immediate difference and poverty will never cease to shock me.
Uyghur Mother and Daughter, Xinjiang 2012
After publishing a book of Tibet, I received countless requests for a collection of Uyghur photos.
After a year of returning from the region and trying to budget a return photo trip, I’v compiled 140 photographs in an eBook. If you’ve been following my feed and work for awhile, you know all profits I make go to continue these projects.
Again, thank all you, specifically the Uyghurs from all around the world that have helped, advised, and supported my endeavor and work.
The book is dedicated to all Uyghurs, specifically Eliyar and Akbar Tursun and their entire family.
Link to purchase the eBook: http://store.blurb.com/ebooks/468873-uyghur
Portrait of a brick factory laborer in Bangladesh. These men tend to the kilns, which is one of the most dangerous part of the brick making process. They stand on top of the kiln and continually pour coal into the furnace. These kilns have been known to collapse while the bricks are firing.
A woman and child walk along the banks of a lake in northwestern Bangladesh. Bangladesh faces many environmental issues dealing with water. Flooding during the rainy season along the southern shore and then also lowering water levels of the lakes. The low level effects agriculture and transportation.
Shabana, an adolescent, shows off a photograph of her future husband in the slums of Uttara (near Dhaka), Bangladesh.
Arranged marriage is still very popular in this country that is majority Muslim. A Bengali marriage is more than just a woman and man committing to a life together, but also the merging of two families.
After talking with a recent bride, and others in Bangladesh, I know that there is a phase of depression among these young women. They have left the only family they have ever known to live with a stranger and his family.