The Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar, America’s longest continuously operating photojournalism conference, was founded in 1973 by a group of photojournalists representing newspapers, magazines and wire services.
A 501(c)(3) organization, the Seminar promotes the highest standards of photojournalism through an annual educational conference and photography contest judged by working photographers and editors.
Each year, the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar hosts an international photography competition that receives content from some of the world’s top photojournalists.
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Spot News A single picture of an unscheduled event for which no advance planning was possible.
General News A picture of a scheduled or organized event for which advance planning was possible.
Feature Usually a found situation with strong human interest; a fresh view of an everyday scene.
Sports Action A single picture showing participation in a game or athletic event.
Sports Feature A feature picture that is sports related.
Portrait/Personality A picture that captures an aspect of the subject’s character.
News Picture Story A collection of photos with a single theme that fits the description of the Spot News or General News category. 12 image maximum.
Chris Hondros Memorial International News This category is in memory of Getty Images staff photographer Chris Hondros, who died on April 20, 2011 while covering conflict in Libya. Images should be a collection of photos with a single theme that have been taken outside of U.S. territory. 12 image maximum.
Feature Picture Story/Essay A collection of photos with a single theme that fits the description of the Feature category. 12 image maximum.
Sports Picture Story A collection of photos with a single theme that fits the description of the Sports Action or Sports Feature category. 12 image maximum.
Short Term Documentary Project A single linear narrative with a journalistic approach produced for the web, which lasts no longer than 5 minutes. The production must include photography and/or film in combination with (but not limited to) animation, graphics, illustrations, sound or text. Key is storytelling, along with a proficient use of visual and other elements.
Long Term Documentary Project A single linear narrative or series of linear narratives on a single topic with a journalistic storyline and produced for the web, which lasts no longer than 10 minutes. The production(s) must include photography and/or film in combination with (but not limited to) animation, graphics, illustrations, sound or text. The focus is skillful storytelling with strong narration building, competently executed using visual and other elements.
Central American migrants traveling with a caravan to the U.S. crowd onto a tractor as they make their way to Mapastepec, Mexico, on Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Honduran migrant Jose Santos Izaguirre shows his tattoo that reads in Spanish: “Hundred percent Catracho 504,” with Catracho referring to his nationality and the number 504 is Honduras’ country code when dialing by phone, at a makeshift camp organized by a caravan of Central American migrants traveling to the U.S, in Mapastepec, Mexico, Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Jose Luis Ramos, a Honduran migrant traveling to the U.S. with a caravan, plays with his 3-month-old son Froilan in the central square of Mapastepec, Mexico, Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Central American migrants traveling with a caravan to the U.S. make their way to Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Flip flops belonging to Central American migrants are seen with oranges stuffed into them, as their owners take a dip in a river in Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Migrants ride in a truck, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018. Many migrants said they felt safer traveling and sleeping with several thousand strangers in unknown towns than hiring a smuggler or trying to make the trip alone.
Members of a US-bound migrant caravan cross a bridge between the Mexican states of Chiapas and Oaxaca after federal police briefly blocked them outside the town of Arriaga, Saturday, Oct. 27, 2018.
A woman migrant sleeps while feeding her son, as she rides with others inside a truck, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
Honduran migrants have fun after having a bath in a river in Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Embraced to one of her daughters while the other one sits on a baby cart, an exhausted migrant woman sleeps on the asphalt as they wait for a ride, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
Migrants, who are part of a caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, rest on the rails in Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
Tasha Hughes, bathes her daughter, Madison, 4, in a storage bin outside their room at the damaged American Quality Lodge where they continue to live without power in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. So there people sit, most without transportation and many without phones for communication, waiting for a fresh delivery of food and water. Some trade cigarettes for other items, and children are given baths in rubber storage bins with room temperature bottled water.
The moon shines above as Nola Davis, right, brushes the hair of granddaughter, Jayden Billingly, 10, before going to bed in their room at the damaged American Quality Lodge where they continue to live in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Rooms reek with the pungent smell of wet clothes and perspiration; windows are missing from many. Long-term residents, who pay out about $180 a week per room, abandoned blown-out rooms for ones with fewer leaks or doors that will shut.
A resident walks past a shattered window of a room at a damaged motel where guests continue to stay in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Joe Donahue, who works for a company that was taking over management of the motel as Michael struck, said he doesn’t mind people staying there for now. And he’s even been driving store to store in search of water and feminine products for the women. “I have no place to send them because everything is booked,” he said. “It’s a nightmare.”
Residents come out out to a Red Cross food truck visiting the damaged motel where many continue to live despite the destruction in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Families huddle under makeshift tents and in breezeways strewn with broken glass and roofing fragments, seeking escape from the midday sun as the temperature climbs to the mid-80s; they line up in a parking lot for food and water whenever volunteers and church groups stop by.
Jeannie, center left, and husband Jason Holcombe wait in the hot sun for food being distributed outside the damaged American Quality Lodge where they continue to live in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. “Basically, if you were living here before the storm you were homeless. This was our last resort,” said Jeannie Holcombe, who has been at the motel a few months with her husband. “It’s worse now.”
Wes Allen, Jr., from left, sits with his father Wes Allen, Sr., sister Alison, and mother Vicki outside their room at a damaged motel where many residents continue to live in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Many residents rode out the storm and have no place to go even though many of the rooms are uninhabitable. Residents say Wes Allen, Sr. risked his own life to rescue 10 people from rooms torn to shreds by the wind.
Jeannie Holcombe retrieves crutches for someone in need from a damaged room at the American Quality Lodge in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. One resident resorted to salvaging pennies from the floors and drawers of the rooms. He had to climb through a shattered window and walk across a soggy floor littered with shards of glass and personal items like deodorant, hair care products and clothes.
Gabrielle Morgan, center rear, braids the hair of her husband Santional as they sit by a lantern with their children from left, Decoya, 13, Isabella, 3 mos., Gabriella, 3, and Lakevia, 15, in their room at the damaged American Quality Lodge where they continue to live without power in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Nighttime means relief from the heat, yet it also brings the threat of looters.
Tasha Whitt sits by a window in her candlelit room at the damaged American Quality Lodge where she continues to live in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Whitt, who broke her foot during the storm, worries about looters at night who residents say have taken money, jewelry, food and even rain-soaked clothes from rooms ripped apart and left open to the elements by Michael.
Kevin Parker, center right, sits with his wife Lilith, while playing a song he wrote titled “My Life’s Been Hell,” on the keyboard while joined by neighbor Chris Thomas outside the damaged American Quality Lodge where they continue to live in the aftermath of Hurricane Michael, in Panama City, Fla., Tuesday, Oct. 16, 2018. Residents say someone from FEMA had been by, but no one has offered them any better alternatives yet.
Linda Green is arrested for assault on a police officer and disorderly conduct as police attempted to apprehend her son who was wanted for an outstanding warrant in LaFollette, Tenn., Wednesday, March 14, 2018. Green, who has struggled with drug addiction, has been arrested over 50 times in Campbell County. The opioid crisis is putting more women behind bars across the U.S. _ tearing apart families and squeezing communities that lack treatment programs and permanent solutions. In one Tenn. county jail, most female inmates have long-term addiction problems. Women in jail are the fastest-growing correctional population in America. Between 1980 and 2009, the arrest rate for drug possession or use tripled for women, while it doubled for men. Opioid abuse has exacerbated the problem.
Jessica Morgan, high on meth and the opioid pain medication Opana, sits in a holding cell after being booked for possession of a Schedule II narcotic at the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Monday, April 23, 2018. More than a decade ago, there were rarely more than 10 women in the jail. Now the population is routinely around 60.
Samantha Marlow brushes her teeth in a distorted metal mirror in her cell at the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Tuesday, May 8, 2018. Medical costs for both male and female inmates also are an enormous burden, nearly doubling since 2015 to top $1 million last year, according to county officials. Hepatitis, infections and dental problems are not unusual.
Inmate Blanche Ball, 30, performs her rendition of a turtle on its back for cellmates at the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Tuesday, March 20, 2018. Inmates sleep, shower and eat in the same room. On their one hour outside the cell, they can visit an exercise room, but it has no equipment so the women improvise, rolling toilet paper into balls they swat around, using their plastic sandals as makeshift tennis rackets.
Robby Wilson, 10, plays basketball with his grandparents Cathy, right and Eddy Sweat, who have custody of him as their daughter, Robby’s mother, Krystle Sweat, sits in jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Monday, April 23, 2018. The Sweats have raised Krystle’s son since he was about 3. Over the years, they’ve paid her rent, bought her cars, and invited her and her boyfriend to share their home. Sweat wound up stealing tools, a computer and camera _ anything she could pawn.
Inmate Krystle Sweat blows a kiss to her son Robby, 10, during a video conference as he visits her at the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Wednesday, March 28, 2018. Robby hasn’t hugged or even touched her since Christmas Day 2015, just before Sweat wound up back behind bars. He says that on the day she’s released, he wants to show her how he can ride no-hands on his bike. Sweat laughs, but knows their reunion must wait.
Inmate Mary Sammons, 41, left, is comforted by cellmate Blanche Ball, 30, after Sammons learned days ago her son was murdered, in the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Wednesday, March 28, 2018. Sammons, who was arrested on drug charges, suspects her son’s murder was drug related. “I always pictured my kids burying me, not me having to bury my children. Young kids are losing their life over bad dope. This is crazy. It’s so not worth it. He was a pretty boy. He was beautiful.”
Cellmates from left Elsie Kniffen, 39, Mary Sammons, 41, Blanche Ball, 30 and Sarai Keelean, 35, join hands after a prayer in the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Tuesday, March 20, 2018. Many of these women say jail should help prepare them for life outside, maybe with a Narcotics Anonymous group, counseling or education programs such as those offered in state prisons. Lt. Mallory Campbell, assistant jail administrator says she’d like to offer college courses or vocational training because “if they don’t leave here with a skill, they’re going to go back to what they know.” But there isn’t money for programs or staff.
Inmate Krystle Sweat lays in her bed before falling asleep in her cell at the Campbell County Jail in Jacksboro, Tenn., Monday, April 23, 2018. For years now, she has cycled in and out of jail, arrested more than two dozen times for robbery, driving violations and other crimes _ almost all related to her drug addiction that culminated in a $300-a-day pain pill habit. Sweat’s tried to quit, but nothing has worked. Now she says she’s ready to make the break when she’s paroled again, possibly this summer. “I’m almost 33,” she says. “I don’t want to continue living like this. I want to be someone my family can count on.”
Danny Peters, 61, get his sons Journey, 10, and Chance, 8, rear, ready for bed as he cares for them since his ex-wife and the boys’ mother, Crystal French, serves time in the Campbell County Jail in LaFollette, Tenn., Wednesday, March 28, 2018. “It’s been tough. She was a supermom,” said Peters. “That’s probably when it hurts the most. A mommy’s love is the thing I can’t give them.”
Tammy Perry, 53, walks through the street in LaFollette, Tenn., where she is currently staying with an older man after getting out of jail, Monday, April 23, 2018. Perry exchanges sex for money or drugs to support her addiction. “I’m scared of a new start,” said Perry when asked if she ever thought about leaving the county where she grew up to start over someplace new. “I’m scared of failing. I’m scared of feeling worse than what I was.”
Linda Green, 51, who has struggled with drug addiction, cries as she’s booked into the Campbell County Jail, the second time in the past two weeks, after being arrested for public intoxication, a parole violation, in Jacksboro, Tenn., Thursday, March 29, 2018. Women in jail are the fastest-growing correctional population in America. Between 1980 and 2009, the arrest rate for drug possession or use tripled for women, while it doubled for men. Opioid abuse has exacerbated the problem.
Courtney Hensley, left, cries while attending mass with her mother, Darlene Hensley, right, and sister, Dania Hensley, at Saint Dominic Catholic Church in Panama City, Fla., Saturday, Oct. 13, 2018. “That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen,” said Darlene who rode out the storm with her daughters at home. “The gates of hell opened up on us. You got to come and thank God you’re alive.” The storm became the most devastating hurricane to hit Florida in decades when it made landfall as a Category 4 hurricane with winds of 155 mph. So far, 45 people were killed across Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas and Virginia.
Bob Richling carries Iris Darden, 84, out of her flooded home as her daughter-in-law, Pam Darden, gathers her belongings in the aftermath of Hurricane Florence in Spring Lake, N.C., Monday, Sept. 17, 2018. More than 30 inches (76 centimeters) of rain from Florence fell in some parts of the state and along with the storm surge, caused widespread flooding that damaged tens of thousands of homes and other buildings. Authorities have confirmed 40 storm-related deaths.
Josh Starnes collects water from the gulf to flush toilets at his damaged home from hurricane Michael in Mexico Beach, Fla., Sunday, Oct. 14, 2018. The storm became the most devastating hurricane to hit Florida in decades when it made landfall as a Category 4 hurricane with winds of 155 mph. So far, 45 people were killed across Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas and Virginia.
Russ Lewis covers his eyes from a gust of wind and a blast of sand as Hurricane Florence approaches Myrtle Beach, S.C., Friday, Sept. 14, 2018.
Searchers pause against the scenery while looking for clues in the disappearance of Ashley HeavyRunner Loring in Babb, Mont., who went missing last year from the Blackfeet Indian Reservation, Thursday July 12, 2018. Ashley’s disappearance is one small chapter in what one senator calls an epidemic, the unsettling story of missing and murdered Native American women and girls. No one knows precisely how many there are in the U.S., partly because some go unreported and others haven’t been accurately documented. A 2017 analysis by Montana’s Department of Justice found Native Americans account for 30 percent of missing girls and women _ 22 of 72 _ even though they represent only 3.3 percent of the state’s population.
Randy Ortiz combs a field outside a trailer during a search for Ashley HeavyRunner Loring in Valier, Mont., who went missing from the Blackfeet Indian Reservation last year, Wednesday, July 11, 2018. Ashley’s cousin lived at the trailer, and there are reports it’s among the last places she was seen.
George A. Hall draws his pistol as grizzly bears are heard nearby during a search in Valier, Mont., for Ashley HeavyRunner Loring who went missing last year from the Blackfeet Indian Reservation, Wednesday, July 11, 2018. The searchers have trekked through fields, gingerly stepping around snakes and ran from grizzly bears lurking in the brush.
Randy Ortiz, left, shows a bone he found to George A. Hall as they look for clues outside a trailer in Valier, Mont., during a search for Ashley HeavyRunner Loring, who went missing last year from the Blackfeet Indian Reservation, Wednesday, July 11, 2018. The group found several bones and alerted police who responded in five squad cars. After studying the bones, an officer broke the news _ they’re animal bones.
Kimberly Loring, left, touches her forehead to her little sister, Jonnilyn, 17, as she says goodbye before heading out on a search for their missing sister Ashley with their cousin, Lissa Loring, left, outside their home on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Wednesday, July 11, 2018. “I’m the older sister. I need to do this,” says 24-year-old Kimberly. “I don’t want to search until I’m 80. But if I have to, I will.”
A poster of Ashley HeavyRunner Loring hangs on the wall as her sister, Kimberly, walks through her room at their grandmother’s home on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Friday, July 13, 2018. Kimberly was 8 when she made a promise to Ashley, then 5, while the girls were briefly in a foster home. “‘We have to stick together,'” she’d said to her little sister. “I told her I would never leave her. And if she was going to go anywhere, I would find her.”
Randy Ortiz, right, pushes Ronnie Loring, 3, the cousin of Ashley HeavyRunner Loring, as they take a break from searching for her on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Thursday July 12, 2018. The family has logged about 40 searches but there’s no way to cover a 1.5 million acre reservation, an expanse larger than Delaware.
A couple walks through the main business district on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Wednesday, July 11, 2018. Browning is the heart of the Blackfeet Nation, a distinctly Western town with calf-roping competitions and the occasional horseback rider ambling down the street _ and a hardscrabble reality. Nearly 40 percent of the residents live in poverty. The down-and-out loiter on corners. Shuttered homes with “Meth Unit” scrawled on wooden boards convey the damage caused by drugs.
A woman performs a traditional Native American dance during the North American Indian Days celebration on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Friday, July 13, 2018. North Dakota Democratic Sen. Heidi Heitkamp says Native American women are often subject to high rates of violence. “It becomes a population that you can prey on because no one does anything about it. Because there’s no deterrence because there’s no enforcement and no prosecution,” said Heitkamp, who has introduced a bill aimed at addressing this issue.
Tyisha ArrowTop Knot, right, sprays her nieces and nephews with a garden hose while looking after them in the backyard of their home on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Thursday, July 12, 2018. “We’ve always been a cautious family,” she said of watching out for the children in light of recent disappearances of Native American women. “The world is just getting worse.”
Jenna Loring, left, the aunt of Ashley HeavyRunner Loring, cries with her cousin, Lissa Loring, during a traditional blanket dance before the crowd at the North American Indian Days celebration on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Saturday, July 14, 2018. The ‘dance’ was held to raise awareness and funds for Ashley’s search. With just about 1,000 residents on the reservation, many folks are related and secrets have a way of spilling out. “There’s always somebody talking,” says Lissa, “and it seems like to us since she disappeared, everybody got quiet. I don’t know if they’re scared, but so are we. That’s why we need people to speak up.”
Kenny Still Smoking stands over the tombstone of his 7-year-old daughter, Monica, who disappeared from her school in 1979 and was found frozen to death on a mountain, as he visits her grave on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in Browning, Mont., Saturday, July 14, 2018. “I talk to her, let her know I’m doing OK, that I’m still kicking,” he said. “I think about her all the time.” No one was ever arrested in connection with her death.
Frank Phelps has slowly taken over the family’s body shop in Bowling Green as his father Andrew has become too old to work. He spends every day working on his and clients’ cars in the shop and sleeps most evenings in or around his cars. Bowling Green, Kentucky. October, 2017.
Jennifer and Cameron share ice cubes and a few kisses on a hot evening in Tevistion, California. Both their parents emigrated from Oklahoma with the rest of the “Black Okies” in mid-twentieth century to work the fields of the Central Valley. Jennifer moved to the cities briefly but has been forced to return to her family’s crumbling home to raise her two children.
Kansas Shepherd holds her baby doll Jovy Marie, who is two days old. She raises Jovy Marie with her husband Ben at their motel room in Cave City. “When you live with them, they are no different than a real baby,” she explains. “Every day that I take a breath, it’s because of her. I believe she is the reason I am here. She gives me life like I used to have with my kids.”
Nathaniel works his uncle Dennis’ farm at dawn in Allensworth. Dennis recently purchased a 60-acre farm with hopes of employing a majority black workforce to reinvigorate this town that was founded and once run completely by African-American farmers. “He keeps reminding me that this isn’t just a pipe dream,” says Nathaniel of Dennis. “It’s a lot of hard work. One step at a time.”
My mother, my sister, and her baby Imogen. My sister recalls the times of strife between my mother and her, religious and social differences that she felt that might never overcome. But time heals and family forgives and Imogen has been, in some ways, that gift that brings these two women together. Bonded by a shared motherhood.
Jordan helps Naynay to walk through the stickers and thorns in the alkali soil outside the Teviston Community Center. Without funds to keep the center open during the heat of the summer, children can play on the playground equipment and in the surrounding fields.
Story Description: The palomilla, a Spanish word meaning “flock of doves,” were groups of young Mexican men who banded together for solidarity and fraternity. These were the precursors to the the Latino gangs of the American Southwest, that kill for pride and territory in cities like Los Angeles and Oakland and Pueblo, Colorado. Pueblo is a city that has seen the loss of over 5,000 steel manufacturing jobs since the 1960s, and the gangs have become a reality faced by much of Pueblo’s youth. Police have identified more than 1,000 gang members within Pueblo, roughly nearly two percent of its population. The murder rate has soared, pushing it to the highest per capita in the state. Police Chief Luis Velez attributes this to gang rivalries over the gun trade and the exploding drug market. But what is often lost in most narratives on gang violence is a community of voices demanding change. Frontline churches welcome gang members, addicts, and dealers while former gang bangers have begun to mentor the youth and steer them away from repeating their pasts. Mothers and fathers who raise babies in gang territory speak of a sacrificial love that they must model for their children who are recruited by the gangs as early as 10 and 11. These images are of and for them.
Caption: Mourning doves on a wire in Pueblo’s East Side, the sight of most gang violence and the territory of the Los Carnales Dukes. The palomilla, Spanish for “flock of doves,” were groups of young Mexican men who banded together for solidarity and protection. They were the precursors to the Latino gangs of the American Southwest.
Julian Rodriguez holds his son Christopher after a bath. Julian says that Christopher is the child that changed his life. Two years ago, with Christopher on the way, Julian achieved sobriety. “When I cried, I cried alone. I decided that I was done crying alone.”
A gang banger or youngin’, age 14, visits a roadside memorial for one of his fallen brothers, another teenage member of the Los Carnales East Side Dukes. He has embraced this dangerous lifestyle and says that he wants to bang for the rest of his life, just like his family members before him. “Ya know, you just gotta be out here and follow orders and do what you’re told,” he said. “That’s how I’mma make a name for myself.” He describes being estranged from his father, a drug user who he at times encounters on the streets and to whom he has at times sold drugs.
A current Pueblo gang member displays the pistol he illegally carries for protection. Having been locked up for shooting a rival, he has lost his right to bear arms but feels he must keep at least a pistol for fear of retaliation. He explains that when more firepower is needed, he and fellow gang members might use “choppers,” illegal AK-47s that they hide outside of town.
Matthew Padilla was 9 years old the first time he had a gun leveled at his head. Now 15, he estimates that he has been threatened with a gun or shot at more than half a dozen times since then. He operates on the fringes of Pueblo’s East Side gangs, not wanting to get too deeply involved but also not backing down from a fight. He hopes to survive until college, earn his bachelors degree, move away from Pueblo, and he wants others to understand the childhood he has lived.
Bill Goodrich, a former member of the Young Crowd, displays the area code from Colorado Springs and Pueblo. Released from prison in May, he is determined not to fall in with that crowd again. “The gangs and your homies are not really there for you when it comes down to it. Really only your family is always there for you. For me, that was my mom when I was in lockup.”
Mark Salazar, founder of Hardknox Gang Prevention and Intervention teaches a class on values to children at James H. Risley Middle School in Pueblo. When asked to write down their most important values, nearly every student listed “loyalty” and “honesty”.
10-year-old Devida sleeps at her home in Pueblo Colorado. With her older brother, a 16-year-old East Side Duke, in lockup, she now stays in his bed so that she can feel close to him. “Sometimes when I wasn’t feeling good, I used to sleep in with him because he made me feel protected. Now I try to think about him keeping me safe.” With her father and brother both behind bars, she has lost her best friends and protectors. “Sometimes I cry because I miss them so much. I just go into my room to be alone.”
Pueblo police clear abandoned houses in Bessemer on the city’s South Side that are suspected of being used for prostitution and drug use. Officers describe a difficult and delicate balance that must be walked between proactive community policing and the ability to flip a switch when called upon in violent situations. Nearly half of the police force has participated in officer-involved shootings.
Released from Pueblo’s jail this morning, Richard is reunited with his wife Laura. After two dozen stints in jail or prison, he is trying to transition away from his leadership role in the Varrio Raza Grande gang. “He has put us all through so much, but I love him and I love the way he makes us all laugh. I could never picture myself without him.”
A body awaits the coroner following a rollover on Pueblo’s South Side. Police suspected that the truck’s driver was intoxicated following a party and attempted to street race a smaller vehicle before overturning on the median. The driver’s wife was crushed beneath the hood. An empty carseat was thrown from the truck, and one officer said that she feared a child had probably just lost its mother that night and its father to a long prison sentence. Some Pueblo gangs prey on the youth, recruiting them as young as 10 and 11 at libraries, schools, and parks.
Julian Rodriguez plays with his son Christopher at their home on Pueblo’s East Side. Julian’s decades-long struggle with addiction brought him intimately close to the gang operations as he often bought from and sold for the gangs in order to support his own addiction. “Everything that I desire and want in this life is for that boy,” he explains. Christopher will grow up on the East Side, deep in Duke territory, but Julian hopes that a loving relationship with his father can keep him away from the gang lifestyle.
Story Description: Jose Luis Garcia was picked up from his lawn early in the morning on a Sunday in June. Garcia has lived in America for nearly fifty years and holds a green card, but due to recent Trump administration policies, a misdemeanor conviction from 17 years ago made him eligible for deportation. Critics of the policies say that in a supposed effort to round up dangerous criminals and gang members, innocent immigrants are being swept up by ICE agents because they take fewer resources to arrest and deport. Through his 19 day imprisonment, his daughter Natalie fought for his release through the media. Prosecutors ultimately declined to pursue deportation charges, in an unprecedented decision change. According to Jose’s legal representation, they were contacted asking to have the case “go away quietly.” Since his release, Jose has returned to his three jobs and caring for his family and granddaughter Marley. His greatest wish is to become a full US citizen and be able to vote in the next presidential election.
Caption: More than a week after the arrest of her father Jose (who is a green card holder), Natalie Garcia tries to console her daughter Marley outside their home in Arleta, California from which Jose was taken. He had been watering his lawn and preparing for a shift driving for Uber, one of his three jobs, when ICE officials detained him for deportation for a charge from two decades ago. Since his arrest, Marley has slept in his bed and lays out his clothes each day to pretend that he is there.
Before bedtime, Marley lays out her grandfather’s clothes to sleep beside during the night. “I put his perfume on sometimes,” Marley explains. “I close my eyes. I cry.”
On the night of Marley’s kindergarten graduation, Natalie takes a moment to herself. Every day since her father’s arrest, Natalie worked to see him freed. As a public relations professional in Los Angeles, she understands the importance of involving the national media and was trying to book time to speak on CNN about her father’s situation.
Marley runs inside after her kindergarten graduation, which her grandfather missed. She explains that even though Jose is her grandfather, she calls him “Dad.” Her biological father is not as active in her life and Jose fills that role, taking her to and from school and spoiling her when he can.
Natalie and Marley visit with Rosa and Kati, another mother and daughter who’s husband and father is being held in the same detention facility as Jose. Natalie made it her mission to help others in the same situation as she worked continually on her father’s behalf. She procured a lawyer for Rosa and drove Rosa and Kati to the Orange County Jail on a visit.
Natalie Garcia and her daughter Marley Hodges wait in a line for a visit with Natalie’s father, Jose Garcia, at the Theo Lacy Detention Facility in Orange, CA. Throughout the visit, Marley says that she tried not to cry in front of her grandfather, but upon leaving the facility she was overcome with emotion. “He told me he’s happy I graduated [Kindergarten] and that he misses me and loves me,” Marley explains.
Natalie and Marley rest on a bench following an emotional visit with Jose. Marley said that she did not want her grandfather to see her cry, but after the visit she broke down in her mother’s arms. “I miss him, mommy. I miss him,” she said repeatedly.
Natalie reacts to the announcement that her father’s case would be dropped by the immigration court. Due to the media attention and public outcry, prosecutors declined to pursue deportation. According to Jose’s representation, they were contacted asking for “the case to go away quietly.”
After 19 days of imprisonment and 12 hours of transportation between facilities, Jose Luis Garcia is released to his family and friends. As one last added insult, ICE agents drove Jose around for hours to avoid the media seeing his release. After changing the release location twice, he was dropped on a street corner alone.
Less than a week after his release, Jose plays with his granddaughters at his home in Arleta, California. He said that spending time with family and catching up were his main priorities.
Jose watches fireworks from his rooftop on July 4th. For weeks after his imprisonment, he suffered from nightmares and sleepless nights. But he remains positive and says that achieving his full citizenship is his number one priority. “I will continue to do the right things with my family and I will become a U.S. citizen in no time.”
Story Description: A summer spent in California revealed to me a state and a people burning with color and life. Assignments and simple wanderings brought me close to the flame. California burned itself into me and these photographs are my incomplete record of a place so vast that I will always long for more.
California, burn on without me.
Caption: Homeless in Los Angeles. Jalen takes great pride in his hygiene and physique, despite his daily struggles. He skateboards ferociously each night until he works up a sheen of sweat, then–when the weather is warm–he jumps into the surf in Santa Monica. This clears his mind and gives him focus.
The Holy Fire burns near Lake Elsinore in Riverside County, California. August, 2018.
Although technically illegal, citizens all across Los Angeles shoot off fireworks on July 4th. East Los Angeles. July, 2018.
A car sits in East Los Angeles. July, 2018.
As a young teenager growing up in San Francisco’s Hunters Point Projects, Candice Pierson says “I can remember a time when it felt like I was going to a funeral every single Friday.” With support from her two parents and the Hunters Point Family Girls 2000 program, Candice chose a very different life for herself and her daughter Malia. “I raise [Malia] like, girl, you are independent, you are wonderful, you are great, you can do whatever you want to do—and it really comes out in her personality.”
A man is baptized in the waters of Venice Beach during an annual event in which the public and members of Skid Row’s homeless population gather to worship and be baptized. Venice, California. August, 2018.
The crowd stands for the singing of the national anthem at the Bill Pickett Invitational Rodeo in City of Industry, California. “The vision of the Bill Pickett Invitational Rodeo is to continue to educate everyone about Black Western Heritage and the significance of Black Cowboys and Cowgirls.” City of Industry, California. August, 2018.
Derion Chavis before his bull ride at the all-black rodeo. City of Industry, California. August, 2018.
James Jones brought his boy Rayjon to Los Angeles to visit family and to swim in the ocean for the first time. Santa Monica. June, 2018.
Obdulio Vasquez-Puac was separated from his 8 year old son after they crossed the Mexican-American border in Texas in May. Caught up in the Trump administration’s short-lived family separation policy, Obdulio has been told little of the whereabouts of his son and does not know when they will be reunited. Obdulio primarily speaks Mam, a Mayan language spoken in Guatemala and South Mexico, further complicating his situation. He also recalled being robbed by coyotes on the crossing.
Central American migrants traveling with a caravan to the U.S. crowd onto a tractor as they make their way to Mapastepec, Mexico, on Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Honduran migrant Jose Santos Izaguirre shows his tattoo that reads in Spanish: “Hundred percent Catracho 504,” with Catracho referring to his nationality and the number 504 is Honduras’ country code when dialing by phone, at a makeshift camp organized by a caravan of Central American migrants traveling to the U.S, in Mapastepec, Mexico, Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Jose Luis Ramos, a Honduran migrant traveling to the U.S. with a caravan, plays with his 3-month-old son Froilan in the central square of Mapastepec, Mexico, Wednesday, Oct. 24, 2018.
Central American migrants traveling with a caravan to the U.S. make their way to Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Flip flops belonging to Central American migrants are seen with oranges stuffed into them, as their owners take a dip in a river in Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Migrants ride in a truck, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018. Many migrants said they felt safer traveling and sleeping with several thousand strangers in unknown towns than hiring a smuggler or trying to make the trip alone.
Members of a US-bound migrant caravan cross a bridge between the Mexican states of Chiapas and Oaxaca after federal police briefly blocked them outside the town of Arriaga, Saturday, Oct. 27, 2018.
A woman migrant sleeps while feeding her son, as she rides with others inside a truck, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
Honduran migrants have fun after having a bath in a river in Pijijiapan, Mexico, Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018.
Embraced to one of her daughters while the other one sits on a baby cart, an exhausted migrant woman sleeps on the asphalt as they wait for a ride, as a thousands-strong caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, between Pijijiapan and Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
Migrants, who are part of a caravan of Central American migrants slowly makes its way toward the U.S. border, rest on the rails in Arriaga, Mexico, Friday, Oct. 26, 2018.
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Injured children are treated at a hospital in rebel-held Douma, Eastern Ghouta, Syria, 19 February 2018. At least 85 people were killed in heavy bombing by forces allegedly loyal to the Syrian government. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
Injured people wait for care inside a field hospital after a bombing on Douma and Mesraba, in Douma, Syria, 27 November 2017 (issued 28 November 2017). At least 20 people were killed from bombings allegedly by forces loyal to the Syrian government on several cities of Eastern al-Ghouta (Douma, Madera, Mesraba, Harsta, Erbeen). The exact number of casualties is not known at this time. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA ATTENTION EDITORS: GRAPHIC CONTENT
A man looks at a burning building after alleged air strikes using white phosphorus in Douma, Syria, 23 March 2018. According to local reports, several buildings have been burning after more than 25 air strikes were carried out on Douma overnight and early morning. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
People inspect the rubble of damaged buildings after several airstrikes a day earlier, rebels-held Douma, Eastern Ghouta, Syria, 22 February 2018. More than 25 people got killed in Douma after several airstrikes and shelling by forces allegedly loyal to the Syrian Government. At least 50 people got killed in Eastern Ghouta on the same day. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
A child looks at damages inside a house damaged after overnight shelling on Douma, eastern Ghouta, Syria, 19 March 2018. According to reports, at least nine people were killed after forces loyal to the Syrian government reportedly carried out strikes on Douma. Government forces launched a massive offensive against eastern Ghouta on 18 February, which has killed around 1,400 civilians, including 271 minors and 174 women, the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said. A total of 50,000 evacuees had left Eastern Ghouta in the last 72 hours. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
White helmet volunteers and civilians search for survivors among the rubbles after bombing, in the rebel-held Douma, Eastern Ghouta, Syria, 22 February 2018. More than 42 people got killed in Douma after several airstrikes and shelling by forces allegedly loyal to the Syrian Government. At least 80 people got killed in Eastern Ghouta on the same day, according to local sources. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
Injured children are treated at a hospital in rebel-held Douma, Eastern Ghouta, Syria, 19 February 2018. At least 85 people were killed in heavy bombing by forces allegedly loyal to the Syrian government. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
A child reacts inside a hospital after relatives were injured in a bombing on eastern Ghouta, in Douma, Syria, 20 February 2018. According to media reports, more than 100 civilians were killed by indiscriminate bombings on several rebel-held areas of eastern-Ghouta. The bombings, which were carried out by forces loyal to Syrian President Bashar al-Assad, reportedly targeted the towns of Hamriyah, Saqba, Mesraba, Kafr Batna, Beit Sawa, Hazza, Otaybah, Jesrin and Zamalka, among others; they are all located mere kilometers to the east of Damascus and have been under siege since 2013. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
A mother feeds her child some bread, at an abandoned school in Hamoria, Eastern al-Ghouta, Syria, 23 December 2017 (Issued 24 December 2017). Abu Hassan, a 75 years old Syrian man, and the 105 members of his family (his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren) live at an abandoned destroyed school at Hamoria in Eastern al-Ghouta, after being displaced mid 2016 from Hawsh al-Dawahira, an area at the outskirts of rebel-held Douma and is considered now to be on the frontline. The family uses plastic waste, rubbish, and thick cloth for cooking and baking, and they also sell nylon and other plastic wastes to people for similar usage. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
A mother cries over her dead child Ameer, who was injured in Saqba, after first aiders took them to Douma, after several airstrikes on Douma, eastern Ghouta, Syria, 08 January 2018. Reports state 12 people were killed in several airstrikes on Douma. EPA-EFE/MOHAMMED BADRA
President Donald Trump’s nominee for the Supreme Court, Brett Kavanaugh appears in front of the media with Senator Chuck Grassley (R-IA) at the United States Capitol on Tuesday July 10, 2018 in Washington, DC.
Supreme Court nominee, Brett Kavanaugh appears during a confirmation hearing at the Hart Senate Office Building on Wednesday September 05, 2018 in Washington, DC.
A protester is detained by police personnel as Supreme Court nominee, Brett Kavanaugh appears during a confirmation hearing at the Hart Senate Office Building on Wednesday September 05, 2018 in Washington, DC.
Valerie Ploumpis watches the testimony of Christine Blasey Ford on Capitol Hill as Ploumpis gathered with others opposed to the Supreme Court nomination of Brett Kavanaugh at the Hart Senate Office Building on Thursday September 27, 2018 in Washington, DC. Ford has accused Kavanaugh of sexual assault.
Senator Ted Cruz (R-TX), looks at a phone with Senator John Cornyn (R-TX) and Senator Lindsey Graham (R-SC) during a break in the testimony of Brett Kavanaugh on a day that Christine Blasey Ford also gave testimony on Capitol Hill on Thursday September 27, 2018 in Washington, DC. Ford has accused Kavanaugh of sexual assault.
Family and friends watch Brett Kavanaugh during a hearing that Christine Blasey Ford also gave testimony on Capitol Hill on Thursday September 27, 2018 in Washington, DC. Ford has accused Kavanaugh of sexual assault.
People demonstrating against Brett Kavanaugh march outside the United States Capitol on Thursday September 27, 2018 in Washington, DC. Kavanaugh and Christine Blasey Ford testified Thursday. Ford has accused Kavanaugh of sexual assault.
Demonstrators begin to be detained by police personnel inside the Hart Senate Office Building during a rally against Brett Kavanaugh being confirmed to the Supreme Court on Thursday October 04, 2018 in Washington, DC.
A man watches television screens showing the Brett Kavanaugh hearing that Christine Blasey Ford also gave testimony along Pennsylvania Ave. SE on Thursday September 27, 2018 in Washington, DC. Ford has accused Kavanaugh of sexual assault.
Kara Kline hugs Elizabeth Gillette as Ashley Stewart holds hands with Elizabeth as they protest outside the Supreme Court of the United States as newly appointed Justice Brett Kavanaugh takes part in his first day with the court on Tuesday October 09, 2018 in Washington, DC.
Palestinian women hurl stones at Israeli troops during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, May 4, 2018.
Palestinian protesters evacuate a wounded man shot by Israeli troops during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, Oct. 12, 2018.
Teargas canisters fired by Israeli troops fall over Palestinians during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, July 13, 2018.
Palestinian protesters cover their faces from teargas fires by Israeli troops during a protest on the beach at the border with Israel near Beit Lahiya, northern Gaza Strip, Monday, Oct. 22, 2018.
Palestinian relatives of 23 year-old Hamas fighter, Ahmad Morjan, mourn at the family home during his funeral, in the Jabaliya refugee camp, Northern Gaza Strip, Tuesday, Aug. 7, 2018.
A Palestinian relative of Mohammed Badwan, 27, who was shot and killed by Israeli troops on Friday’s ongoing protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, mourns at the family home during his funeral in Gaza City, Saturday, July 21, 2018.
Palestinians hurl stones during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, Oct. 5, 2018.
Palestinians chant angry slogans as they cut the fence during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, Oct. 5, 2018.
Palestinian relatives of 11 year-old boy, Majdi al-Satari, who was shot and killed by Israeli troops on Friday’s ongoing protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, mourn at the family home during his funeral in town of Rafah, Southern Gaza Strip, Saturday, July 28, 2018.
Palestinian protesters run for cover from teargas fired by Israeli troops during a protest at the Gaza Strip’s border with Israel, Friday, Oct. 12, 2018.
Supporters of MDC-Alliance (Movement for Democratic Change-Alliance) leader and opposition presidential candidate hold electoral posters as they cheer at the party’s closing campaign rally at Freedom square in Harare, on July 28, 2018.
People queue early in the morning in order to cast their ballot outside a polling station located in the suburb of Mbare in Zimbabwe’s capital Harare, on July 30, 2018. Zimbabwe goes to the polls in its first election since authoritarian leader Robert Mugabe was ousted last year, with allegations mounting of voter fraud and predictions of a disputed result. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
A man casts his ballot in a polling station located in the suburb of Mbare in Zimbabwe’s capital Harare, on July 30, 2018. Zimbabwe goes to the polls in its first election since authoritarian leader Robert Mugabe was ousted last year, with allegations mounting of voter fraud and predictions of a disputed result. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
Observers check the tally of the votes in a polling station located in the suburb of Mbare in Zimbabwe’s capital Harare, on July 30, 2018. Zimbabwe goes to the polls in its first election since authoritarian leader Robert Mugabe was ousted last year, with allegations mounting of voter fraud and predictions of a disputed result. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
Supporters of Zimbabwean opposition MDC Alliance party protest in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
Supporters of Zimbabwean opposition MDC Alliance protest during riots in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
A supporter of Zimbabwean opposition MDC Alliance party push a barrel in front of a fire during riots in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
A supporter of Zimbabwean opposition MDC Alliance allegedly beaten up by soldiers is helped by other protesters during riots in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
Zimbabwean Anti-Riot Police Officer close and protect the access to the Rainbow Towers place where the announcement of the results for the elections is taking place while supporters of Zimbabwean opposition MDC Alliance party protest in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
A man allegedly shot by Zimbabwean army during riots is hoisted into a pick up in Harare on August 1, 2018, after the announcement of the election’s official results. – Zimbabwe’s ruling ZANU-PF party won the most seats in parliament, official results showed on August 1, as the count continued in the presidential race and the opposition MDC cried foul, alleging widespread fraud. AFP PHOTO / LUIS TATO
Relatives and friends mourn on August 4, 2018 at the end of the funeral gathering for Silvia Maphosa, shot during the post election violence in Harare on August 1, the day after the nation went to the polls in national elections. – At least six people died after troops in the capital Harare opened fire on demonstrators on August 1, alleging that President Emmerson Mnangagwa had stolen the election from MDC leader Nelson Chamisa.
A house burns as a wildfire rages through the village of Mati, near Athens on July 23, 2018.
A charred body lies next to a car during a wildfire in the village of Mati near Athens, on July 23, 2018.
A man holding a dog pushes an inflatable boat as locals are evacuated during a wildfire at the village of Mati, near Athens, on July 23, 2018.
Two women evacuate the village of Mati during a wildfire near Athens, on July 23, 2018.
Rescuers and volunteers help local people evacuate the village of Mati during a wildfire near Athens, on July 23, 2018.
A house burns as a wildfire rages through the village of Mati, near Athens on July 23, 2018.
This photo taken on July 24, 2018 show cars burnt following a wildfire at the village of Mati, near Athens, on July 24, 2018.
A woman reacts as she tries to find her dog among cars burnt following a wildfire at the village of Mati, near Athens, on July 24, 2018.
Rescuers stand near 26 dead people following a wildfire at the village of Mati, near Athens, on July 24, 2018.
A picture taken on July 26, 2018 shows flowers on a fence of a house where two bodies where found following a wildfire at the village of Neos Voutzas, near Athens.
A woman wearing a mask walks in front of her burnt house following a wildfire at the village of Neos Voutzas, near Athens, on July 26, 2018.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
In the popular belief, death is the last season, the winter of life, returning to the earth from which new slips will sprout in spring.When a family member died, the bells would toll thrice a day (until burial day).The family members would wear black traditional attire; women would have their hair loose or wear black head kerchiefs. Men wouldn’t wear hats and would have their facial hair unshaven.After the bath of the deceased, he would be clothed in the clothes prepared before his passing and he would be put in a coffin so that the people would say goodbye. In the coffin there had to be some tree bark, white linen and a pillow. The eyes of the deceased would be closed, not to see the bereavement surrounding him, and the mirrors would be covered or turned towards the wall.As a rite, mourning would be done by family members, or in some cases, by female mourners outside family. They would sit inside or outside the house, near the windows, and behind the carriage used to carry the deceased to the burial site.The burial would be held the third day – a moment of grief and mourning for the family and the entire community. According to the rules of conduct imposed by the rural social life, not only family members were involved in the burial organisation, but also the community members.On the day of the burial, the sieve was prepared according to the area. They would put in a bucket a plum branch embellished with shapes made of bread dough, walnuts, apples, and candies.Leading the convoy were men waving flags embellished with cloth and braided bread. They were followed by those who carried the tree for burial, and later followed by the ox-driven carriage and the bereaved family, relatives, and villagers. After the ceremony, boiled wheat and sugar would be given to the attendants.At the house of the deceased, there would be a proper ceremony, represented by a moment of solidarity for the family who lost a member.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer, Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, practice with his skateboard in a park in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 28, 2018.
Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer, Alfonso Mendoza A.K.A ” Alca” , -25-, performs in a bus in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 28, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, gets down from a bus after performing in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 28, 2018.
Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, enjoys surfing in Puerto Colombia, outside of Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018.
Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, enjoys the beach after surfing in Puerto Colombia, outside of Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer, Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, enjoys a moment with his wife Mileidy Pena and their daughter Auralys Mendoza in their house in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018.
Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, practices at home before performing in a public transport in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, gets ready before leaving to perform in public transportation, in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 28, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, greets locals in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 28, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer, Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, offers a conference for young people in vulnerable situation in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018.
Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Venezuelan migrant and rap singer, Alfonso Mendoza aka “Alca”, 25, offers a conference for young people in vulnerable situation in Barranquilla, Colombia on September 27, 2018. – Alca -who arrived in Colombia nine months ago due to the crisis in his country- was born without legs and changed the wheelchair for a skateboard. At present, he is an example of overcoming adversity, practicing extreme sports, singing rap and giving conferences to young people in vulnerable situations.
Kyle Laman, 16, poses for a portrait at his family’s home on Saturday May 26, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot near his right foot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. He is photographed through a sliding glass door which is reflecting a stormy sky.
Physical therapist, Leonard Gordon Jr., left, works with Kyle Laman, 16, during a rehabilitation session at U18 Sports Medicine on Monday April 23, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. He has had several surgeries near his foot since the shooting.
Kyle Laman, 16, waits with his parents, Franz Laman and Marie Laman before Kyle underwent surgery at Broward Health Medical Center on Tuesday May 08, 2018 in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Kyle was shot near his right foot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. This latest surgery was to reduce the size of the flap of tissue that was attached to replace what was missing from the gunshot wound and also to do work on his thigh where the replacing tissue originated from.
Kyle Laman, 16, has a medical procedure done by Doctor Michael Cheung, left center, and Doctor Christopher Low, center, at Broward Health Medical Center on Tuesday May 08, 2018 in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Kyle was shot near his right foot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. This latest surgery was to reduce the size of the flap of tissue that was attached to replace what was missing from the gunshot wound and also to do work on his thigh where the replacing tissue originated from.
Experiencing pain, Kyle Laman, 16, is comforted by his mother, Marie Laman, left, and father, Franz Laman, right, as Kyle woke up after surgery at Broward Health Medical Center on Tuesday May 08, 2018 in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Kyle was shot near his right foot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. This latest surgery was to reduce the size of the flap of tissue that was attached to replace what was missing from the gunshot wound and also to do work on his thigh where the replacing tissue originated from.
Physical therapist, Leonard Gordon Jr., left, works with Kyle Laman, 16, during a rehabilitation session at U18 Sports Medicine on Monday April 23, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
Kyle Laman, 16, plays a video game in his room at his family’s home on Sunday April 22, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Airsoft rifles are seen on his wall at right.
Kyle Laman, 16, has his bow tie adjusted by his mother, Marie Laman outside the family’s home before Kyle attended a JROTC military ball on Saturday April 21, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. His parents had to coax him out of the house to attend the event. Kyle was shot in during a deadly mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School on February 14, 2018.
Kyle Laman, 16, plays in his family’s pool on Friday April 20, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
Kyle Laman, 16, lays next to his mother, Marie Laman as Kyle’s sister, Mya Laman, 11, is seen at bottom right at the family’s home on Friday April 20, 2018 in Coral Springs, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
Kyle Laman, 16, walks his new service dog, Bruce near the Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport on Sunday April 22, 2018 in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Laman was shot during a mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Kyle thought about calling the dog, Zeus, but stuck with Bruce.
Riders of USA’s BMC Racing cycling team pedal during the third stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race, a 35.5 km team time-trial around Cholet, western France, on July 9, 2018.
A rider of Belgium’s Wanty – Groupe Gobert cycling team pedals during the third stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race, a 35.5 km team time-trial around Cholet, western France, on July 9, 2018.
The pack rides past wheat fields during the eighth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Dreux and Amiens, northern France, on July 14, 2018.
France’s Jerome Cousin (Front) leads a nine-men breakaway in the first cobblestone section of Escaudoeuvres – Thun during the ninth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Arras and Roubaix, northern France, on July 15, 2018.
Spectators cheer as Belgium’s Yves Lampaert (R), Belgium’s Greg Van Avermaet (Rear R), wearing the overall leader’s yellow jersey, and Germany’s John Degenkolb ride through a cobblestone section during the ninth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Arras and Roubaix, northern France, on July 15, 2018.
France’s Fabien Grellier rides by his team’s manager car in the ascent of Plateau des Glieres during the tenth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Annecy and Le Grand-Bornand, French Alps, on July 17, 2018.
Great Britain’s Christopher Froome (R) and Croatia’s Kristijan Durasek ride in the ascent of the Plateau des Glieres during the tenth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Annecy and Le Grand-Bornand, French Alps, on July 17, 2018.
(From Front) Spain’s Mikel Landa, Russia’s Ilnur Zakarin, France’s Romain Bardet and Poland’s Rafal Majka descend the Col d’Aubisque pass during the 19th stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race, on July 27, 2018 between Lourdes and Laruns, southwestern France.
The pack rides through sunflower fields during the 18th stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race, on July 26, 2018 between Trie-sur-Baise and Pau, southwestern France.
Germany’s John Degenkolb celebrates after winning the ninth stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Arras and Roubaix, northern France, on July 15, 2018.
Great Britain’s Geraint Thomas (C) wearing the overall leader’s yellow jersey rides past the Arc de triomphe monument during the 21st and last stage of the 105th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Houilles and Paris Champs-Elysees, on July 29, 2018.
Charles Bennett, right, of San Francisco, applies fake tan to Peter Moore, of Oakland, Calif., backstage before the start of the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. Moore transitioned two years ago from female and dropped 20 pounds preparing for the competition.
Charles Bennett, right, of San Francisco, plays tug-of-war with fellow contestant Devyn Michael Clark, of Jacksonville, Fla., to pump up their muscles backstage before the start of the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018.
Charles Bennett, from right, of San Francisco, practices a pose in front of a mirror with fellow contestants Devyn Michael Clark, of Jacksonville, Fla., and Peter Moore, of Oakland, Calif., backstage before the start of the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018.
Charles Bennett, of San Francisco, peers out from backstage before the start of the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. It’s been twenty years since Bennett took the stage to compete in bodybuilding. But tonight at the age of 63 he’s doing something he’s never done before _ competing as a man for the first time in the world’s only transgender bodybuilding competition.
Devyn Michael Clark, of Jacksonville, Fla., center, closes his eyes for a moment backstage before the start of the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. It’s Clark’s second year competing and he’s lost 130 pounds from his training.
A trophy sits on display as contestants lineup in front of the crowd at the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. The competition, in it’s fifth year, is the only transgender bodybuilding competition in the world and has drawn competitors from across the country and one from Russia.
Devyn Michael Clark, of Jacksonville, Fla., from left, Kennedy Conners, of Conyers, Ga., and Peter Moore, of Oakland, Calif., watch from backstage as a fellow competitor performs at the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018.
Kennedy Conners, of Conyers, Ga., left, and Wes Phills, of Brooklyn, N.Y., flex for the judges during the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018.
Erica Grace, left, watches as her husband Charles Bennett, of San Francisco, performs at the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. Bennett, 63, last competed in bodybuilding as a female 20 years ago and transitioned to male at the age of 56. “Baby you are awesome,” said Grace as she recalls watching him compete tonight for the first time as a man. “I’m really proud of him. He’s an inspiration to me.”
Kennedy Conners, of Conyers, Ga., right, who transitioned from female a year and half ago, is embraced by his wife Nikki, after performing in the International Association of Trans Bodybuilders competition in Atlanta, Saturday, Oct. 6, 2018. “I lost my grandma in July and she was my biggest supporter, she wanted nothing but to be there,” said Conners. “I felt every second that my grandma was sitting there beyond proud of the man I became.”
Being in good shape is essential for boxers. So Henry trains nearly every morning down the beach. Not only running, but also with a rope and a tire.
Trainer and former boxing professionals (Ayitey Powers, 2nd from left) are watching a sparring fight in the “Black Panthers Boxing Gym” in Ghana/Accra.
Sometimes Henry trains three times a day. In the morning he does cardio down the beach. And then he adds two more sessions with punching bags and sparring in his home gym the “Discipline Boxing Academy”.
The weights in the Bukom Boxing Gym are simple, but for training it makes no difference.
Nine world champions in boxing come from Ghana. In the area of Bukom you can either become a fishermen or a boxer. Kwei is coach of the “Fist Square Gym”. Some of the kids start to train when they are just six years old.
The district of Bukom is seated next to the sea. Its Landmark is the lighthouse. Everything here has to do either with fishing or boxing.
Henry Malm during a training session at the “Discipline Boxing Academy”. His coach is Suleyman Korley.
The living conditions in the area of Jamestown are quite poor. Henry washes his clothes on the streets.
Henry waits for his sparring-session in the corner of the ring.
Bukom Banku is the local hero in his neighbourhood. The boxer is preparing for an upcoming fight. During his training many people come watching their local star.
