One in 122

One in every 122 people on earth is a refugee. Let that sink in. Some are displaced within their home countries and some are seeking asylum across borders.

Last week I went to see REFUGEE, a traveling photo exhibit by the Annenberg Foundation that was sponsored in Houston by Fotofest International. The Annenberg Space for Photography commissioned five internationally acclaimed photographers to capture the refugee experience on five different continents. It was stunning. The link above will take you to the official website of the exhibit and some of the photographs.

I’ve been hesitating to write this post because, well after all, a picture is worth 1000 words so how can I possibly describe what was contained in this photo exhibit in a 600 word post? I only took a couple of photos of the photos because it seemed weird and probably frowned upon.

Lynsey Addario photographed the Rohingya of Myanmar. Discriminated against because they are Muslims in a Buddhist state, many are forced to live in camps within Myanmar where they don’t have access to education, medical care, or legal jobs. The photographs highlighted the difficult conditions and suffering in the camps.

She also photographed a Syrian refugee camp in Lebanon, focusing on the life of 12-yr old Hana. Here is a picture of Hana riding to work at dawn to pick cucumbers. The photos depict a fairly ordinary seeming life, but Hana and the others are always aware that they are not really home.

Omar Victor Diop photographed portraits of refugees in camps in Cameroon. More than 850,000 residents of the Central African Republic, nearly one-fifth of the country’s population, are displaced both inside and outside the country due to power struggles between Christian and Muslims. If refugees were able to make it to the camps in Cameroon or other neighboring countries, they were able to find medical care, food, and shelter. The portraits (and their captions) revealed proud, strong men and women who were looking forward to building new lives and providing for their families. Although this section of the exhibit highlighted the future and the potential for these refugees, they have all lost so very much.

Graciela Iturbide photographed life inside the Puente Nayero Humanitarian Space in Columbia. It is a safe zone created by 302 families trying to stand up to violent gangs. The drug trade in Central and South America has made life difficult and dangerous. Certainly we hear about people fleeing these areas and seeking asylum in the US, but imagine the other option of having to live within a compound in your city just to feel safe. How valuable is freedom?

Martin Schoeller took portraits of refugees resettled in the US in 2015. These extreme close-ups remind us of how much more alike we all are than unalike.

Tom Stoddardt documented the refugee crisis in Europe with photographs from the shores of Greece to the streets of Berlin. Mostly Syrians, but also refugees from Afghanistan, Iraq, Eritrea, Somalia and Nigeria are all fleeing from armed conflicts in their home countries. His photo of the piles of life jackets and the realization that each one represents a person fleeing one life for another is the one non-human image that has really stuck with me.

There were two other series of photos in the exhibit, I apologize that I did not get the photographer’s names. One was a series of photos of Sudanese refugees showing the most important item that they brought with them.

The other was a series of photos from the town of Rigonce, Slovenia. Within a 10-day period, more than 70,000 refugees passed through this town of 176 residents on their way from Greece to Germany and Austria – an unusual route that they were forced to take when Hungary abruptly closed its border with Serbia on October 17, 2015. Here photos of the refugees were mounted side-by-side with the people of the town.

I know this post doesn’t do justice to the exhibit, but there’s a short film that comes close. I sat and watched it at the exhibit, but it is also available on Netflix. There’s a short preview of it on the website linked to above. It’s called REFUGEE and is narrated by Cate Blanchett. Personally, I don’t even know how to watch something on Netflix, but I’m confident all of you do. Next time you’re trying to decide what to watch, invest 23 minutes on REFUGEE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A feast for the eyes – part three

We left Moab feeling that it was a place we’d willingly visit again, but also realizing that we likely wouldn’t ever return to this corner of Utah. It’s not really on the way to anywhere and there are so many other places in the American West that we’d like to explore.

We rendezvoused with D#2 and not the son-in-law (ntsil) and went into Big Cottonwood Canyon in the Uinta-Wasatch-Cache National Forest to hike the Donut Falls Trail. In drier times, the water gently falls thru a hole in the rocks creating a unique waterfall that you can hike up to and around. During the spring snow melt run-off, however, the stream is rushing and the whole effect of the donut is less dramatic. Still a pretty waterfall, however, that I don’t happen to have a picture of. (See previous comment about checking other family members’ facebook and instagram pages.) I do have this shot of the daughters-as-intrepid-explorers a little further up the mountain trail.

The daughters taking in the view.

From there we drove to the High West Distillery for an informative tour and tasting and then on to Park City where we met up with the extended family for our nephew’s wedding. The wedding was lovely, the mountains and the scenery were spectacular, and it was grand to reconnect with family that we don’t see nearly often enough. Northern Utah is a place we are much more likely to revisit, both because of its proximity to the airport in Salt Lake City and because our nephew and his new wife make their home there. We did have some time to explore a bit around the Park City area, but we’d happily spend more time there someday.

The best part of any vacation is the people you spend it with. These four make any vacation extra special for me.

Ntsil, D#2, D#1, and the Sil, ready to do some zip-lining at Sundance.

A feast for the eyes – part two

Moab is also the gateway city to Canyonlands National Park. The park is divided into three adjacent yet unconnected sections, separated by the Colorado and Green Rivers. We only visited the Island in the Sky section. When I think of canyons, I tend to think of water carved passages, but there are other factors involved in forming the canyons in this part of Utah such as faults, salt domes, inland seas, and, perhaps, even a meteorite (thought they haven’t been able to conclusively prove this.) We didn’t do any major hikes here, mostly just to various viewing spots. But what views!

LaSal Mountains in the haze

That’s the Green River down there.

Both the Green and Colorado rivers are fairly placid as they flow thru Utah, until their confluence within the park. Sadly, there wasn’t a spot to view the confluence from where we were. Looking off to the east from Canyonlands you can see the La Sal Mountains while to the west lie the Henry Mountains which was the last mountain range to be added to the map of the lower 48 states.

Arches National Park is closing early this summer due to road construction in the park, but we found an arch located outside the park that we could hike to one evening. After a near disastrous road choice, which earned  the s-i-l hero-for-life honors, and which I would tell you about in more detail except that we all promised it would remain the s-i-l’s story to tell and we don’t want there to be any chance of it getting back to the rental car company, we ended up on a lovely, paved road along the Colorado River just outside of Moab. And when a highway sign says “Pictographs” with an arrow, of course we pulled over.

The drawings can be seen for about 30 yards along the canyon road.

These were discovered when they cleared the canyon of rockfall in order to put in the road.

We continued to the Corona Arch trail. I have to say, tho we weren’t the only ones on this trail, it was really nice to get away from the crowds at the parks. We didn’t quite stay until sunset, mostly because I was nervous about tackling the ladder (I hate ladders!) and some rock scrambling sections in the dark. We were almost back to the car when the bats started coming out of the cliffs all around us! Which would have been even more wonderful if the mosquitoes hadn’t arrived at the same time. All-in-all that was probably the most adventurous expedition of the week.

Corona Arch. Worth the short ladder climb.

One neat thing about the Moab area is that it’s not all desert mesas and canyons. The Manti-LaSal National Forest is another great place to hike. D#1 and the s-i-l really wanted to hike a mountain, while the husband and I were happy to drive to the trail head with them and breathe some cooler, mountain air. The first choice hike was nixed when the snow melt stream was running too high and fast to cross in a car. When we got out of the car to assess the stream situation we were surrounded by hundreds of butterflies. On our drive out to a different mountain access point, we saw a bear along the side of the road. Best aborted hike ever.

While the two young-uns tackled a peak (sadly not making it to the top, but with stories to rival the Corona Arch adventure,) the husband and I hiked around the alpine lakes and meadows. In the future, the husband promises not to confuse a map with a topo map. Or at least not to promise me a relatively flat hike.

Alpine aspens.

Alpine meadows

 

Alpine stream.

Alpine view.

There is a bit more eye-feasting I want to share with y’all. Check back later for part three.

A feast for the eyes – part one

I had great intentions to blog thru our Utah vacation. I carried a small notebook with me at all times. I got off my last post from the airport and thought I had found some better ipad writing tools/strategies. Once arriving in Utah, however, my writing muse was just as taken with the sites as the rest of me. I didn’t even know where to begin taking pictures, so I pretty much left my phone in my backpack and let the family photographers snap the pics. They shared some of them with me and if you follow any of my family on facebook or instagram you can see more there (I presume.)

I’m not sure if I even had a preconceived notion of what Utah would look like. I knew it has the Great Salt Lake, I knew it has mountain ski resorts, I knew it has canyons and arches in National Parks, I knew it has Mormons and a tabernacle. But seeing the whole variety of the state in one week was truly a feast for the eyes.

We started in Salt Lake City. Although I didn’t get over to stick my fingers in and taste the Great Salt Lake, even from the air you can see that this isn’t your ordinary, midwestern, Great Lake. We toured Temple Square, mostly so the acoustical engineer could see the Tabernacle. It was interesting and impressive, even if we couldn’t time our visit to be able to hear any musical performance. Fortunately, we all were able to resist their conversion spiel.

On our way south to Moab, we hiked up to the cave in Timpanogos Cave National Monument, near Provo. It is a series of three caves that were all discovered independently and then linked with man-made tunnels so you can walk thru them all. The first was discovered by a man who was tracking a mountain lion. At least when he got to the entrance he was smart enough to realize that he couldn’t see the mountain lion in the dark cave, but the mountain lion could clearly see him at the entrance. Not sure when he decided it was safe to return, but apparently no humans were eaten in the exploration of this cave.

Almost up to the cave entrance.

The cave-iest picture of the bunch.

The green color, which is much more vibrant when lit, is due to nickel.

When traveling with nerds…this is a gauge that allows them to measure movement across the fault line that provided the right conditions for the cave to form.

On the way down with D#1

Someone told us that if we weren’t rafting and rock climbing out of Moab, then we weren’t doing Moab right. But we’re all hikers at heart and I am really glad that we didn’t try to squeeze in any more. We spent parts of three days in Arches National Park. Stunning. I don’t really know any other word that describes it better. There are approximately 2,000 arches in the park and although arches are found all over the world, nowhere else has them in this concentration.

A formation named the Gossips.

Husband and D#1 (with a cameo by s-i-l) posing with the Spectacles. On the front side, you can’t see both arches at once and they are known as North and South Arch.

Double Arch

Of course we spent plenty of time naming otherwise unmarked formations. Clearly, this is the Sloth.

Delicate Arch, the iconic picture of Arches National Park.

The ranger-led hike thru the Fiery Furnace was an incredible experience. It led me into places I never would have dared venture on my own, seeing arches and water-filled potholes and views that the average tourist would miss. The ranger was so matter-of-fact, “now we will all squeeze thru this crevice…just follow me along this ledge…you’ll need to wall-walk a bit thru here.” He also talked at length about both sides of the great debate between public use and conservation of our National Parks and other natural treasures. And of course he gave us great info on the geology, biology, climatology and any other -ologies we could think to ask him about the park.

 

The fiery furnace area from the overlook.

In the midst of the fiery furnace.

Arches everywhere!

Me stumbling out of one of the crevices.

The vista on the way out of the fiery furnace.

The vistas around the park were amazing, in every direction. From the visitor center, you drive up onto a flat, desert mesa. As in the picture above, you see incredible rock formations jutting up, and in the distance are the La Sal Mountains. I don’t have a picture of one of my favorite features in the park, the petrified sand dunes. From some vantage points, with the help of a map, you could see the canyon where the Colorado River flows just outside the park.

Arches National Park isn’t the only great hiking spot near Moab. I’ll continue with a feast for the eyes in my next post.

 

 

 

Two kinds of people

I’m traveling and trying out some different posting methods, so bear with me if this looks wonky. If it just reads wonky, well that’s all on me.

One of my favorite websites/blogs is called “Two Kinds of People.” It’s a graphical representation of some of the glaring, yet mostly inconsequential, differences between people. Idiosyncrasies that drive us crazy about people that we love and spend lots of time around. The site isn’t updated regularly, but I check in every once in a while and I always enjoy going back and seeing some of my favorites. The wrapping paper one always cracks me up.

The husband and I are definitely two kinds of people, especially when it comes to travel. Well, not so much the travel itself as the preparation for travel.

Here’s how it works for me and a one-week trip:

Our flight is on a Saturday morning. The weekend before, I start making a list of all the things I need to do before leaving town. On Monday, I start doing all the laundry, laying out my clothes, and planning what I can wear that week that I don’t want to take with me. All week long, I add and subtract clothes and gather together all the other stuff (entertainment, first aid kit, toiletries.) I worry about too much stuff and not enough stuff. I ponder different suitcase options. I make target, grocery, and petsmart runs. I check weather reports for where I’m going and where I live (When should I mow the lawn? Can I get the dog to the kennel when it’s not raining?) I stop mail and paper and let neighbors know we are leaving and do whatever else needs to be done to leave the house for a week (move the plants, wash the dishes, take out the trash, etc). I have several conversations with my non-husband traveling companion about what we are going to do on the trip. I worry. I pretty much have it all pulled together on Thursday and I am pretty much completely packed up by Friday afternoon.

Here’s how it works for the husband:

Our flight is on a Saturday morning. On Friday at about 8:00 pm he starts to make a packing list. Then he invites the new neighbors over to watch the bats come out of the bat house. Then he watches part of the baseball game. At 9:30 he goes up to pack. He yells at me for not washing one shirt that he wanted, but then he finds it (clean). At 11:00 pm he is mostly packed up. At least enough that he is finished in the bedroom so I can go to sleep. He doesn’t worry.

The two kinds of people syndrome continue right until we get on the plane.

Here’s how I plan for an 11:30 flight:

It takes 45 minutes to get to the airport, allow an extra 15 minutes. Plan to arrive two hours before the flight, Allow time to stop for gas and Starbucks on the way. So leave at 8:15.

Here’s how the husband plans for an 11:30 flight:

It takes 30 minutes to get to the airport. Allow 10 minutes for off-site parking. We are TSA pre for this flight, so get to the airport one hour before the flight. I guess we should allow some time for gas and Starbucks on the way. So leave at 9:45.

In a two kinds of people marriage, it’s all about compromise. I don’t nag him about packing and planning for a trip. I don’t include any items for him on my pre-trip to-do list. I don’t start yawning and dropping hints until at least an hour after my usual bedtime. He, on the other hand, leaves the house way too early and doesn’t complain while sitting at the gate.

Once we’ve actually left the house, we are more of a one kind of traveling person. Aside from the whole one-of-us-likes-to-travel-and-one-doesn’t thing. Good thing there are many measures of compatibility.