… As seen in Nicaragua

By on February 5, 2014 in The Difference

“Nicaragua is a dangerous place. It’s not so much because of its politics, but because they have a rare benevolence that causes one to want to identify this place as home.”  (J.M.)

Welcome to the warm and inviting land of Nicaragua, as seen through photographer John McPherson’s  photojournalistic view. John believes that it’s important to go experience the world, but that also when you see the world through the perspective of others  it is incredibly rewarding. It’s a privilege to feature work from JM Imagery, as well as to “experience” a trip to Nicaragua through these photos.    Lynette

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Though I like all kinds of photography, photos captured by travel photographers or photojournalists tend to be my favorite. I like them because there is a naturally deep story that exists visually if one looks close enough. I don’t claim to be a true photojournalist, but I do love capturing images in a similar way regardless the subject I’m photographing. For my photographs to tell a story that connects to my viewers is what I aim to do every time I pick up my camera. This methodology has me believe that photography is more than pointing-and-shooting with a camera. Instead, it’s a tool used to journal your’s and other peoples’ lives; thus, it’s the burden of the photographer to communicate his or her stories in a truthful and visually captivating style.

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About two years ago, I had the opportunity to travel to Nicaragua for the sole purpose of taking photos of the people and country. I never planned to travel to Central America. It was never in my plans because it never was on my heart. My friend, Andrew Belcher, asked me to tag along with him on a short mission trip during our spring break. He requested that I take photos so that he could show people here in the states why he loves Nicaragua so much. I was excited to go and do exactly that, but I plainly wanted to log another country in my passport. However, like Andrew, the people apprehended my heart while I was there. They are a warm and caring people. I must warn you: Nicaragua is a dangerous place. It’s not so much because of its politics, but because they have a rare benevolence that causes one to want to identify this place as home.

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When a photographer is able to connect with the people and culture of a country, a change in his or her life is inevitable. St. Augustine said, “The world is a book, and those who do not travel have only read one page.” I feel that photography is like taking notes in the book I’m reading and sharing the stories with others. Images give a glimpse into windows that vary in size, because all photographers are at differing levels in their ability to tell a story effectively through one or more image. Continuing the analogy, the viewer’s ability to connect with the stories of a photographer is also hindered by one’s interest in, or distance from, the window. By creating images that are true and captivating, the window becomes so large that people are naturally attracted to see what is in it. What is more is that this does not just apply to photographers; this applies to every communicator – writer, speaker, musician, etc. Even though the best way to experience a situation is to see it for yourself, comprehending the world through another’s perception is essential to growth as an intelligent human being. Go see the world and develop your perspective of the world, but also listen and inquire with others about their assessment. This is at the heart, I believe, of St. Augustine’s statement, and it is the essence of storytelling.

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Back to Lynette: Anyone up for a trip to Nicaragua? It is true that when you connect with a people of a different place it will forever change your life, and the warm hearts and friendliness of the Latin American people I’ve had the chance to get to know has tampered with the way I see the world, in a way that I never want to recover from. 

 Please head on over and check out some more of John’s amazing work featured on his website JM Imagery. John is a wedding photographer, with a passion to capture special moments, as well as moments in life through travel and everyday happenings. 

 

The Case of the Sad Little Girl

By on February 2, 2014 in Inspiration, The Difference

 Having just been introduced (previous post) I thought I’d take this chance to sneak in a  couple of photos from one of my previous trips. This story is from my latest trip taken, (to Latin America) and is still one of my favorite’s.    -Lynette

When I  first arrived at the orphanage this little girl was terribly afraid of everyone, our guess was because she’d been abused, but we didn’t know for sure. She flinched whenever anyone came close or moved to quickly, and she had little muscle tone for her age, barely even able to hold up her head. One of her legs was shorter, which probably accounted for some of her physical inability, but not all her fears. It was heart breaking to think of what she’d probably gone through for one so little and young.

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It took a bit,  but after a few weeks at the orphanage and a lot of love, (and rice)  she’d improved so much it was an incredible difference. It was a joy to watch her open up like a blossom and begin to trust people and move around the room, and one day she thrilled me from tip to toe when I asked her a question and she smiled and replied happily, “si!” That was the day I took this photo:

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Making a difference for someone isn’t always this clear or rewarding, but for those of us in the baby house we will always look back to this one time at an orphanage in Central America…

Introducing…

By on January 28, 2014 in The Difference

We have a new member at The Difference Academy! Please help me welcome Lynette to the team! She’s a thinker, writer, traveler and just a jolly well person to be around.

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Thanks to Lynette we’ll keep this blog running with regular posts covering stories of people making a difference through photography, be it pro photographers or someone with the most basic camera.

Below are a few of Lynette’s thoughts and background story on how she ended up joining The Difference.

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This is part of a bigger dream for me…

To make a difference can be lived out in different ways and actions for individual people. For me it means to actively get out there and get in touch with people, see what I can do to help. If I’m passionate about anything it’s travel and I’m always looking for ways to get to other places and cultures to get to know them a bit and then write about it.

A couple of years ago a friend and I chatted about spotlighting stories of travel and photography of people and places around the globe “making a difference.  Fast forward a few years when my friend (Seth Haley) founded ‘The Difference Academy’ and asked me if I wanted to be part of the blogging, it hit me suddenly, “this is part of what we talked about, and what I love to do.”   

Taking a picture isn’t  just about technique, and lighting and artistry, though these things make up the structure, but it’s about telling a story and telling stories is another passion of mine.  To feature stories from photographers at home and around the globe is an honor, but more than that it’s more exciting than I have words for to see caring people take their skill and go out of their way, step outside of their comfort zone, to make a difference in other people’s lives.  I’m planning to spend the rest of my life “out of my way,” which is my way of saying “making a difference.

I’m honored to be part of the team here!

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Back to Seth now… I’m super excited for the future of this! I cant wait to be inspired by you guys and seeing the ways you’re using photography to advance others. Slowly but surely I’ll be adding photography trips that I trust will make a difference in the way you use a camera to tell stories.

We are always on the lookout for stories to share, so if you or a friend have one leave us a comment and we’ll get in touch, we’d love to hear from you.

Until next time, peace.

Sethhaley

Copy vs. Original

By on January 22, 2014 in The Difference

“Genius in someone else’s work will not be recognized as genius in your own.”

In art this has always been common, a great picture is painted, and a thousand copy-cats spring up all over the place, because everybody wants to become like the master painter. What ends up happening is they do just that, they copy it, it might even look just like the original because the same technique and material was used, but it’s just another copy.

Fast forward to the age of digital photography: a photographer takes an incredible photo in which the lighting is unique, or a new pose in portrait photography is discovered, or someone finds a way to bring a motion or emotion to life. It’s creative, it’s talented, and sometimes it’s even genius, and the same copying happens again because everyone tries to turn out the same look, the same feel, and use the same technique.

It does work, you can turn out a great picture, but it will be missing one thing: the original.

Know why? It’s because photographs are a little like finger prints, everybody has their own unique touch. Everybody has fingers, but everybody has a different fingerprint. Everybody has a camera, but all photographers  have their own unique stamp. Crazy, huh?

The trick to creating an original is to learn from everybody you can, find out their technique, have fun doing group shooting with other photographers and surfing their blogs and portfolios, but then go out stamp your own fingerprint on photography. It takes time, it takes hard work and it takes courage to find out what you can do. Go out on a limb, hang upside down and take the picture that nobody else did.

You do it, paint the original.

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Compassion

By on January 16, 2014 in Inspiration, The Difference

I’m excited to post the story of  photographer Gretta Coates trip to meet Wubalem, a little girl she sponsored in Ethiopia. Reading this story was amazing, because Gretta did not only care enough to help change a child’s life halfway across the world, she took it a step further and established a personal relationship with Wubalem and her family.  

The story, in Gretta’s words…

I scrolled over a web page full of little faces begging to know that they mattered. I knew that I could only choose one child, but how on earth would I ever choose one out of so many?

A decision wasn’t made that day. Or that week. But I came back time and again to look, to search for just the right one. Then one day, I decided to narrow it down by country. I wanted to sponsor a child in a poor country, and Ethiopia seemed to fit that description.

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Still, so many faces to choose from. But then I saw her picture. She stood timidly in front of a building, wearing a blue woolen sweater. Imploring eyes half a world away, stared at me. She’d been waiting to be sponsored for more than a year.

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I clicked the “Sponsor Me” button and thus began the two years of correspondence; along with a small, monetary gift to support her academic and medical needs.

I had heard of people traveling overseas and actually meeting their sponsored child, but I never dreamed that it would be possible for me to meet Wubalem. It wasn’t until one day last summer that I even considered the possibility. I was planning to go visit my sister who lives in West Africa and was checking around for the best flight options. On that particular day, all the connecting flights flew through Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. All of them. I ran to get my mom and blurted out the wonderful news. “Is this something I should pursue?” I asked. “Absolutely!” she said. The obvious thing to do was contact Compassion, which I did. I knew they offered group tours, but I wasn’t sure about the possibility of doing an individual visit.

After a brief introduction, they sent me all the information and paperwork needed. Suddenly this visit wasn’t just a possibility; this was a plan! The months that ensued were filled with working out logistics with Compassion, doing background checks and applying for visas. And then before I knew it, our five week visit with my sister in West Africa came to a conclusion and we were on a plane headed to Ethiopia. Someone pinch me and tell me this is real! 

We landed and then stood in long immigration lines late that night, staring at advertisements blinking strange characters at us. Amharic characters.

In of the fog of our late night travels, I kept accidentally referring to immigration as “migration.” Ironically, this seemed to fit since we were all moving at a snail’s pace. Our turn finally came at the small window and we handed over our papers which were inked red and black, signifying that we were good to go.

We stayed in the capital that night. Tomorrow was the big day; the day that I’d been anticipating for months. The day I would meet my sponsor child, Wubalem!

The next day we got up at the break of dawn and began the five hour trip south. Our journey took us through the Rift Valley, where jagged mountains loom and lakes glisten invitingly. Past shepherds tending to herds of oxen and goats and camels.

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We arrived at the Project around 2pm where we met Wubalem’s school teacher, pastor, and principal. They ushered us into the office. The smell of incense and freshly roasted coffee met us as we stepped inside. A coffee ceremony was being prepared for this special occasion.

Without warning, Wubalem entered the office. Tiny, timid, but with big, trusting eyes.

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She greeted everyone there in the traditional way, and then sat next to me. There was silence for a moment, as all eyes were on me, then her, then back to me. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. “Did you have a good day?” I asked, looking at her. After the translator interpreted, she nodded. I knew that her eighth birthday was coming up. “What would you like to do for your birthday?” I asked. Her eyes shone as the words slipped from her mouth. “Maybe we will eat cake.”

A bouquet of flowers and a smile. That’s what Wubalem gave me.

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But best of all, she told me that she would like to become a pilot when she grows up. Why? So she can fly to America to visit me.

After a thorough tour of the school grounds and church building, we climbed into the Compassion vehicle and headed across town to Wubalem’s home where we would have the chance to meet her family.

We parked on a quiet street and walked towards Wubalem’s home. She lived in a poor section of town, but it looked clean and well kept. As we rounded a corner in the street, I could see through an open gate to a small gathering outside one particular home.

We stepped through the very same gate and moments later, were met by her family and a few curious neighbors. Wubalem’s dad greeted me first, speaking the few English words he knew, “I am Wubalem’s father.” Her mother emerged from the doorway and wrapped me in a tight hug. She told me through tears how much she loved me and appreciated what I did for her family.

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It was evident to me that these people knew Jesus. There was light in their eyes and joy in their faces, in spite of the few possessions they had.

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We were invited inside and sat down in their small, one roomed home. Crowded into their living room space, we exchanged stories. Wubalem’s mother sat across from me, cradling her baby girl. “You have helped my family so much. I am grateful to God for you,” she wiped the tears away from her eyes as she spoke. “God is so good to let you come and visit my family. Thank you, thank you.” she said.

“I grew up without a dad, but God always provided. No matter what. So, I am so happy to be able to share whatever I can with other people. And I have waited for this day to come for many months. I could not wait to meet you!” I said.

Wubalem’s father spoke up next. “Every time I think of you, I pray that God blesses you in return for the ways that you have blessed my family.” I let the words seep in slowly. Wubalem’s family prays for me. Somehow it had never occurred to me that these beautiful people from half way across the world prayed for me.

As the visit came to a conclusion, I realized that this sponsorship was so much bigger than I had ever imagined. It wasn’t only about what I could give to a needy child and her family. It was about a relationship that was impacting both of us. That day, I learned how giving and receiving intertwine.

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 Please head on over and check out some of Gretta’s amazing work on her site and blog, Grettagraphy

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