Rhode Island
by Administrator
Amazingly enough, I have been lucky enough to have three people ask if they could still donate to my work with International Bridges to Justice this summer even though I took down my Fundable. I had to put aside working in Zimbabwe, at least this summer, because of basic concerns over the safety of photojournalists working there, not really at all over general safety concerns over visiting. The CPJ did a good job of scaring me as well as the three professional photojournalists I could find the email of who had worked in Zimbabwe over the past couple of years. I will instead likely be working in Burundi. Stephen and I were talking and if I replaced the words dictator with genocide in my funding essay to the Institute for Global Leadership, most people wouldn’t know the difference. Sad, but probably true.
So don’t worry you will in fact be able to donate to my photographic internship in human rights, but I don’t know the location for sure yet and therefore could not accurately give estimates for expenses and such. In a week or two I will have a better idea of what I will be doing this summer, so make sure to check back.
I am also very excited to being go down to Power Shift down in DC this weekend. Could be an interesting photographic opportunity. If all goes well with the Solar Decathlon documentary photographs, I will have a pretty decent portfolio of environmental shots when I add in the anti-coal protest shots.
It was nice to take a trip down to Rhode Island, especially because every time I go back, my mental map of the state, formed in my dreamy child years, becomes more concrete. While sitting at a Newport Creamery in Newport I called my mother and came to the conclusion that the Newport Creamery we went to as kids was actually in Great Barrington, not Newport. I also learned of a place called Bristol; a place that I could draw a complete map of on the back of a napkin, but had no idea of the town name or even any perception of where it was in Rhode Island…
