#photoessays

[pleasestopthese]

"The photos of Yemenite Jews that we took 30-odd years ago record a world that no longer exists."

[claire-farrell]

Women Making It - Photo Essay

This series of images was created in late 2017 at the Glasgow Women’s Library (GWL) in Glasgow, Scotland. GWL is the only museum in the UK dedicated entirely to the lives of women. At the time of this shoot I was studying a BA in Photography at Edinburgh Napier University. All of the work I had been producing that year was deeply feminist and asked a lot of questions about societal norms and the needs of women. I connected with GWL to see if I could learn more about their history and what they offer. And request to make a photo series. They had women’s-only art classes called ‘Women Making It’ which still run at present! See this link: https://womenslibrary.org.uk/event/women-making-it-13/2023-08-11/

All the events and classes that they run are made with the intent of being a safe space for women, both in the local community and visiting. The women who attended ‘Women Making It’ were a range of ages coming from different backgrounds. What most of these women had in common was having experienced patriarchal oppression, either at some point in their lives or still ongoing. Some through domestic abuse and others through societal pressure or witnessing the oppression of those close to them. You can see in these images, the women were preparing costumes and props and rehearsing for a play. As well as taking a look in the GWL archives for some inspiration. In this play they would act out true stories of abuse experienced by women in the local community. As a form of community catharsis and solidarity. Many of these women came from traditional Islamic backgrounds and had felt the institutional wrath of shame controlling them. Arranged marriages were common as well as unwanted pregnancies. Domestic abuse and particular cultural narratives and expectations placed on these women. The play explored the emotional wounds of these events as well as touching on coping through substance abuse and experiencing suicidal thoughts.

A few months before beginning this project I had recently got out of a domestic abuse situation with an ex-partner, who I was living with. All the courage it took me to take back life for myself lead me to use my photography, to passionately advocate for other women who have had a similar struggles. I realised that most women in my family had also been extremely oppressed by patriarchy, most to the point of Stockholm syndrome.

Some of the words I heard growing up that shaped my reality, that became my thought patterns that justified me living with domestic abuse:

“The amount of pain that I can bare shows that I am a good person. How I can control myself and put the needs of others first is proof that I’m a good person, a good partner, a good woman.”

“How much I can take is evidence that I’m a strong person”

“When he’s in a good mood he’s great, when he’s in a bad mood he’s terrible” As a certified EFT(Emotional Freedom Techniques) Practitioner, I have an active role in supporting people who have survived trauma. If you feel the call to reach out to me for support please do, you are absolutely so welcome.

All my love,

Claire

[annegerleane-26]

"Mga Sundalo ng Pananampalataya: Paglilingkod sa Diyos at Kapwa"

Sabi nga ng ating pambansang bayani na si Gat Jose Rizal, " Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan." May mga grupo ng kabataan na tinutupad ito sa pamamagitan ng paglilingkod sa Panginoon.

Ito ay isang litrato ng mga kabataan pagkatapos makinig ng misa. Makikita ang saya ng mga kabataan na makatanggap muli ng salita ng Panginoon. At sa bawat pagtanggap nila, binabahagi din nila ang mabuting balita.

At kahit saan mang lupalop ay handa silang dumayo para lamang makapagbahagi. Sa pamamagitan ng pagkakaisa, masayang naglilingkod ang mga kabataan.

Hindi nila sinasarili ang mabuting balita na kanilang natatanggap sa Panginoon. Nagtitipon sila ng mga iba pang kabataan upang sila rin sa murang edad ay matuto at makilala ang Diyos.

Ang mga kabataan na lingkod ng Diyos ay nadayo din sa mga paaralan upang mabahagian ang mga mag-aaral.

At kahit sa mga bahay ng mga tao, taong hindi pa nakakarinig sa mabuting balita, ay pumupunta sila upang ipahayag ang kabutihan ng Diyos. Sa pagnanais na tuparin ang misyon, ay pinagdadasal nila sa buong pamilya sa bahay na kanilang napuntahan ay tanggapin si Hesus at maligtas.

Hindi lamang sila dumadayo upang magpahayag, sila rin ay natulong sa mga mahihirap. Kahit sa maliit na pamamaraan tulad ng pagbibigay ng libreng pagkain. Kita na spaghetti ang kanilang pinamimigay, simbolo dito sa Pilipinas ng selebrasyon, at iyon ang nais na ipahatid ng mga lingkod ng Diyos sa mga binigyan nila na nararapat natin ipagdiwang ang araw na iyo sapagkat ipinamalas muli ng Panginoon ang kanyang kabutihan.

Dagdag na rito ang pamimigay ng mga gamit sa mga bata. Kahit sa maliit na bagay ay kita ang ngiti sa mga labi ng mga taong natutulungan.

Sa huli, ang mga sundalo ng pananampalataya ay patuloy na nagiging haligi ng pananampalataya at serbisyo sa komunidad. Sa kanilang walang sawang pag-aalay ng oras, talento, at pagmamahal, nagiging inspirasyon sila sa marami, pinapatatag ang ugnayan ng Diyos at ng bawat isa sa kanilang kapwa. Tunay na ang kanilang misyon ay sumasalamin sa tunay na diwa ng kristiyanong paglilingkod.

Courtesy of the: Signature Foundation Inc.

[sims4tint]

Wandering around Palermo, Sicily A Photoessay

[syahrin73]

Zoo keeper gives morning breakfast to Mala and Hani #zoo #elephant #asiaelephant #blackandwhite #photojournalism #photojournalist #bwphotography #bw #photoessay https://www.instagram.com/p/CKh80BtJ4Dm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[schorschidk]

Verkauf: Frederic Koehler Sutter - Amerika Sámoa - An Anthropological Photo Essay. A Global Family. Universität of Hawaii Press Honolulu, Copyright aus dem Jahr 1984. Persönliche Widmung auf der Innenseite aus 2001. Aus dem Inhalt: Foreword, Preface, Prologue - The Creation, The Dawn, The Day, Pago Pago and Beyond, Milestones, Religion, Close of Day, Epilogue, Notes, Glossary & Bibliography. Den Link zu meinen Verkaufsangeboten findet Ihr im Profil. #amerika #samoa ##amerikasāmoa #photoessay #hawaii ##honululú #ebay #schorschidk #zuverkaufen #sofortkauf (hier: Silke's Fundgrube) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY9OtMxKedx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[riccortez]

If you shift your focus from yourself to others, extend your concern to others, and cultivate thoughts of caring for the well being of others, then this will have the immediate effect of opening up your life and helping you to reach out. It is the most simple of gestures that make the most significant of difference. #lovingkindness #compassion #caring #socialdocumentary #nursinghome #documentaryphotography #documentary #photoessay #blackandwhite #lovingkindness #care (at Home for the Aged, Aruga-Kapatid Foundation Incorporated) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkLQutQyyA2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thecamerastories]

For a while now, I really wanted to shoot tattooing, as I find the process beautiful, intimate, and inherently full of trust. So when I learned that one of my favorite artists, @dorcaborca , is gonna be in Berlin, I was like, this is it. We picked a date when she was doing one of her lovely masterpieces, and after both her client and @thechamberberlin agreed, everything was set. I was more than thrilled to get going. Seeing Dóra work, or as she puts it, "making a living by scribbling on people," and tiptoeing around them was such a great experience and honor. If you have a chance, try and get an appointment with her because she's as cool as her tattoos. And since she's not easy to catch traveling around all the time, I walked the talk and got my own wonderful tat from her the next day.

[partnersrelief]

Witness: Ali Ahmad

Photo: The end of the sandstorm once we left Ahmad’s home

It was the middle of June when I was last in Syria. I was visiting an Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camp in North East Syria called Sera Kaniye (Serikane). It was mid-day, the sun was directly on top of us. The heat was intense. I remember my mouth was constantly dry and not having any water at hand made the situation harder. It made me realise the difficulties that all these people go through for months at a time, every year, because of the high scarcity of water. What doesn’t help is that the winds have been picking up every week for the past month. Due to the overgrazing and desertification, overuse of river water and more dams being built in Turkey, the rich land of North East Syria has become a dried up desert. The sandstorms are becoming more frequent every year and getting caught in one is inevitable. That is what happened to us. 

I was visiting a new section of the camp. This was my first time visiting the overfill section. The camp administration had made a poor attempt to shelter the newly arrived IDPs. They had fled conflict because the Turkish military continued their bombing operations to create a buffer zone along the whole northern border of Syria. The tents were flimsy, almost crumpling under their own weight. The wind was making anything that wasn’t fixed down flap around and crack like a ring masters whip. The dust picked up until we were only able to see a couple of meters in front of us, sand clinging to every surface, including the inside of my mouth, eyes, ears and nose. It was hard to breathe. It’s no surprise that people are having respiratory problems within Syria. I started to walk towards the car to seek shelter until my colleague called my name. We were invited to shelter in a family’s tent whilst we waited for the storm to blow over. That is where I met Ali Ahmad Aid and his family. Fortunately for us, Ali Ahmad Aid - known as Ahmad - arrived at the camp a month ago; their tent was well equipped to shelter us from the bad weather. Ahmad’s wife, Rosah, made us tea as small talk started to flow. Ahmad realised we were probably going to be with him for a while. So, he turned to me and said, “whilst we wait for the storm to blow over, I have a story to tell…”

Photo: Portait of Ali Ahmad Aid’s family outside their tent in the overflow section of Sera Kaniye Camp. Ali Ahmad Aid, 44, Rosah Zubair Diab, 35 (Ahmad's wife), Jury Ali Aid, 10 (Daughter), Ahmad Aid, 8 (Son), Judy Ali Aid, 5 (Daughter)

It was the 21st of December 2021. The worst day of my life was about to take place and I had no idea it was going to happen. It was around 4:30pm, I remember it clear as day. My family and I were all at home sheltering from the cold, miserable weather that was taking place outside. My wife, Rosah, and my eldest daughter, Jury, were preparing dinner for the whole family. I was with my youngest children, Ahmad and Judy, in the living room. That is when our house got hit. I wasn’t sure if we were hit by artillery or a drone rocket. All I know is that the explosion ripped through our home like a hot knife through butter. Brick, wood, glass and metal fragments shot around the house like bullets out of a machine gun. It was impossible to protect yourself. Every single one of us got injured by the blast. To me, the explosion lasted for a couple of minutes, everything ran in slow motion. In reality, it only lasted a couple of seconds. The only thing that ran through my head before the smoke and dust settled was if my family was ok. Everyone was screaming, not knowing what happened. One minute you are living your normal life, the next you are flung across the room covered in blood and dust. 

When the explosion happened, I was hugging my two youngest children. My whole back was peppered with small puncture wounds from the flying debris. I like to think that my love and affection was the reason why my kids are alive to this day. They both didn’t come out unscathed though. Ahmad and Judy sustained injuries in their legs and arms due to shrapnel. My wife, Rosah, and my eldest daughter, Jury, had suffered more serious injuries. Rosah had shrapnel in her thigh and another piece lodged below her eye socket, narrowly missing her eye. Jury had shrapnel embedded in her liver. Because of her age, the doctors have said they are unable to remove the chunk of metal out of her, they have to wait until she has fully grown until they can extract it. The removal can cause more damage than leaving it in. Jury has to visit the hospital every 10 days for check-ups until she is able to have an operation. 

I was so disorientated once the dust settled, I gathered the children with Rosah and we rushed out of the house, our faces and clothes painted with blood and dust. I knew we had to get out of the area quickly, so we ran as fast as we were able to, still unaware of who or what hit us. We fled through the fields under twilight to the next village. Thankfully, the residents heard what had happened and helped us take refuge in one of their houses. They phoned an ambulance and contacted my father about what had happened to us. I knew my dad was going to tell my mother and sister about the situation and that they were also going to rush over to our aid. They are old and needed help locating the house. I was able to walk and so I set off to locate my parents and sister. 

By this time, it was completely dark, so it was difficult to follow the dirt track that led to my parents’ village. That’s when I witnessed a large explosion in front of me, only a couple hundred meters away. I ran over to see what had been hit and if anyone needed help. The area was dimly lit by the smouldering embers on the ground and the smoke had a warm orange glow to it. That was when I could see someone limping towards me, it was my father. He told me that my mother and sister had been hit. I ran towards the crater the missile left behind. I remember the taste of metal and the smell of burnt dirt and cooked meat. It was then I saw the horrors that laid in front of me. My mother and sister were in pieces and there was nothing I could do. Pumped full of adrenaline and shock, I ran back to my father. Unable to gather my thoughts and my hands shaking with disbelief I helped my father to the house that we were taking refuge in. I sat there in silence whilst chaos grew all around me. I realised I just witnessed a Turkish drone murder my beloved mother and sister.

I don’t know how long it was until the ambulance picked us up and took us to the nearest hospital for treatment. Along the way I told the paramedic that my mother and sister were killed in the field close to where we were picked up. He said that he will send another ambulance to collect the bodies. Later on that night we were all reunited at the same hospital, mourning for the loss of my mother and sister. The misery continued a couple of days later. We held a funeral for my mother and sister back at the village, but the deformation of bombs never left us alone. We had to quickly lay them both to rest due to artillery hitting close to where we were. 

Because of the ever-growing conflict along the border and the possibility of Turkey invading again, I made the decision to uproot my family and live in an area that was not being disputed. We are safe now from the bombs, but once again we have to fight for our lives, trying to gather enough water and food for the week just to survive during the summer. I am unable to provide for my family now due to the injuries I have sustained. Work has been very difficult for me. I used to carry cotton, but I am unable to do any laborious work as I still have shrapnel inside me. I can’t pay for rent within the city anymore, that is why we had to move into the camp…

Ahmad and his family sustained many injuries from the blast. It has scarred the family not just physically but also mentally. Like many men, women and children who have suffered similar circumstances, these people still carry on with life, carrying the burden of loss and sorrow on their shoulders whilst tackling new challenges every day. I later discovered that Ahmad and his family were sent to a hospital clinic Partners Relief & Development helped extend with a new emergency ward and elevator in Derabasiyah. This is one of the reasons why we do what we do. We go beyond the lines of where large-scale NGOs are unable to reach. When we travel around the country we meet many people, like Ahmad, from other areas that have been touched by the loving and empathetic care of the Partners Relief & Development community.  https://prtns.co/MiddleEast

[crimethinc]

From Redwood Trees to Olive Groves, the Commune Grows

A Statement from the Tree Occupation at Cal Poly Humboldt

https://crimethinc.com/CalPolyTreesit

An inspiring message from participants in the occupation of Cal Poly Humboldt in solidarity with Gaza, which has held its ground against a massive police mobilization for a week now.

This report includes a photoessay documenting the occupation of Cal Poly Humboldt and an audio recording of an audio presentation that one participant made via telephone to an encampment on the other side of the country last night.

[popculturelib]

Folklore Week!

August 22nd is World Folklore Day, so we're bringing to you a sampling of our extensive folklore collection this week. Folklore studies, while pre-dating popular culture studies, is an important aspect of what we preserve at the Browne Popular Culture Library, since it seeks to learn about everyday people and how what we find significant is transmitted across time and space.

"Foodways" is the term used to describe the cultural practices around making, sharing, and eating food. Among our various books on foodways is the American Folklore Society's Digest: An Interdisciplinary Study of Food and Folkways (1991-1995), which the Department of Popular Culture Studies here at BGSU has been involved in at times. It features articles, reviews, photoessays, and calendars of important food festivals and conferences. Here are the covers of the four issues we keep in our collection:

The journal was relaunched in 2012 under the name Digest: A Journal of Foodways and Culture, and can be found at https://scholarworks.iu.edu/journals/index.php/digest/index. Its articles are open source, so consider checking them out!

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

[mdxwillow]

plans + research for photoessay

[callmeboris]

From- Hometown Heroes

“Skate crew of our cotton candy dreams”

By Petra Collins

[thefree-online]

PhotoEssay: Great return home to rubble in Nuseirat camp Rubble after Israelis flee

from thefreeonline on 18th April 2024 by Al Jazeera|Gaza Gazan families reoccupy destroyed Nuseirat refugee camp in Gaza Palestinians inspected damaged homes and salvaged usable items from the rubble of demolished houses. [AFP] The Israeli army left a trail of destruction when it withdrew from the Nuseirat refugee camp. Palestinians have witnessed devastation as they returned to the northern…

[schorschidk]

Verkauf: Frederic Koehler Sutter - Amerika Sámoa - An Anthropological Photo Essay. A Global Family. Universität of Hawaii Press Honolulu, Copyright aus dem Jahr 1984. Persönliche Widmung auf der Innenseite aus 2001. Aus dem Inhalt: Foreword, Preface, Prologue - The Creation, The Dawn, The Day, Pago Pago and Beyond, Milestones, Religion, Close of Day, Epilogue, Notes, Glossary & Bibliography. Den Link zu meinen Verkaufsangeboten findet Ihr im Profil. #amerika #samoa ##amerikasāmoa #photoessay #hawaii ##honululú #ebay #schorschidk #zuverkaufen #sofortkauf (hier: Silke's Fundgrube) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY9OtMxKedx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=