I’ve been in Tennessee all week.

My dad and I took a trip to Memphis. Actually, that’s a bit inaccurate… the home of Elvis was one stop along the way, but our real destination was further up the Mississippi, a small stretch of road surrounded by cotton fields, known as Proctor City. My grandfather grew up there.

Granddad isn’t with us anymore, but people who knew him are, and this trip was a chance to talk with them, collect stories, take pictures, and try to learn a little bit about where I came from. What an eye-opening week. I hope to share some of those stories and images with you sometime soon.

In the meantime, emails and phone calls piled up at home. Thank you, everyone, for your patience… I’m working hard at responding to everyone quickly. As much as I wish it did, life doesn’t stop, even for things as important as history and family. If you’ve called or emailed, I’ll be in touch soon.

The outpouring of support, prayers, money, and aid that the world has sent Haiti’s way over the past few weeks has been remarkable. I hate that it took an earthquake to make it happen. And I hope, I hope, that after the news crews leave, when the eyes of the world have turned to whatever hot spot shows up next… I hope at that time everyone who has texted money to the Red Cross, who has donated to various NGO’s, who has prayed for the people of Port-au-Prince, will continue to actively support Haiti and those who are doing such good work in that country. Will you seek out ways to help those who need it… a month, a year, 5 years from now?

I’ve shared some of these images before, but it’s been a few years, and I thought that some people may like to see what Haiti is like outside of Port-au-Prince. Hopefully they’ll add a human face to a country that right now seems synonymous with “disaster.”

A hospital in Passe Catabois, a small village near the northern coast of Haiti.

Gathering water each day is a daily ritual for these girls.

It’s also a land of stunning beauty.

The people are beautiful as well, and strong.

This girl’s eyes pretty much knocked me over.

The orphanage my friend works with is called the House of Hope, and it provides food, shelter, and education to the kids that live there. Although they aren’t located in Port-au-Prince, they too are experiencing fallout from the earthquake. Many children are newly orphaned as a result of the quake, and House of Hope is working to accommodate as many of them as possible. If you’re able, please find an organization (whether it’s a place like House of Hope, or the Red Cross, or any number of other organizations that work in Haiti) and partner with them long-term. Help is desperately needed now, but it will still be needed a year from now.

Food prep at House of Hope.

Mmmmmm… mangos…

The last four are simply images I took elsewhere in Haiti that struck me, for one reason or another.

All images © 2007 Ryan Estes. Please don’t use them without permission.

Disclaimer: these shots are mainly entirely of the kids in attendance. I make no apologies. :)

A lot of the shots I really liked weren’t necessarily “pretty pictures” but were instead ones that I simply found visually interesting. You wouldn’t want to hang them on a wall (or maybe you would, in which case please give me a call and have your credit card handy), but it was the creative process that I loved, and still do… finding textures and patterns is endlessly entertaining.

Today after the sky finished dumping on us, our screen door collected water in a way that’s captivated me since I was just a li’l guy. I took these with my point and shoot.

And if these aren’t your cup of tea, more pretty pictures of people getting married will be coming this week. :)