After climbing a mighty stretch of stone steps, we stood before a seated President Lincoln. Awed by his grandness. Odette's older daughter Grace silently read the words above his head and yawned. Her elbow propped up on Odette's shoulder. A hooded Mutoni held her hand. I turned around to see the strangers.
One of my favorite things to do at an event is to turn my focus away from the main attraction to explore what happens on the fringe of a setting – to seek out the less obvious expressions and gestures contributing to the overall texture of an experience. Naturally, there are obvious moments that must be captured, but there's something really interesting about the distractions.
My mind divides its time between here and there. An endless attempt to connect diverse images and ideas. A deep appreciation for all that I have here, particularly the gift of my children, and all there is to discover there – in the hidden corners of the world. I catch myself holding back bold letters and exclaimation points; leaving the weight and complexity of mingling the here and there outside the playroom door.
A Female Community Health Volunteer stands ready to support mother Ram Kumari Chaudhara's first breastfeeding with her newborn moments after delivery at a CARE-supported Health Facility in Hasuliya (Kailali District), Nepal.