Am anxious about returning to the Mae Sot dump. The heat, the filth, the dying dogs, the bloody crawling cockroaches, rats and flies. Even at this point after I have spent hundreds of hours in the dump it is daunting, frightening, it all makes me uncomfortable, it worries me.
I need to go back, have friends there now, have responsibilities. I need to continue the donation work and continue to create photographs that tell the families, and the children's story. I need to buck up and gather a bit of courage and get this done. Once I am back in that world again, back doing what I have done before, things will become better. When I see those smiling faces saying "Ming Ga La Bah (hello)", hear the children's laughter, and meet and greet with everyone again things will be better. I will be comfortable and at ease again.
Sitting here now thou in Canada at my security desk as I type this I am anxious and worried. Will it all go OK? Will I be able to get all the donation stuff (boots, hats, money) to Mae Sot on my own? Will my back problems return? Can I make some good important photographs, or will I fail and not do the families justice with the work?
I need to go back, have friends there now, have responsibilities. I need to continue the donation work and continue to create photographs that tell the families, and the children's story. I need to buck up and gather a bit of courage and get this done. Once I am back in that world again, back doing what I have done before, things will become better. When I see those smiling faces saying "Ming Ga La Bah (hello)", hear the children's laughter, and meet and greet with everyone again things will be better. I will be comfortable and at ease again.
Sitting here now thou in Canada at my security desk as I type this I am anxious and worried. Will it all go OK? Will I be able to get all the donation stuff (boots, hats, money) to Mae Sot on my own? Will my back problems return? Can I make some good important photographs, or will I fail and not do the families justice with the work?
