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So I am back in Zambia for just under two weeks thanks to the folks over at CLASP International. We worked out a deal where I take some photos and videos for them and they get me back to this country I love. I’m here with a team of speech pathologists, as well as physical and occupational therapists as they see patients and supervise students in the University of Zambia’s speech pathology program, giving them the hours they need in order to complete their program, become speech pathologists themselves, and then be able to supervise other up and coming speech pathology students.

It’s good to be back in Zambia, back with kids, and back behind the camera. I’ll try and post a few of my favourite photos each day, but depending on exhaustion levels and internet connectivity, we’ll see how that works out.

It’s long, but worth it (I’m a sucker for a good love story). Stick through the animations in the beginning and I promise it gets great!

Side note: are the pseudo-creepy parts still creepy since they ended up together?

“I knew a man who, in the age of chainsaw, went right on cutting his wood with a handsaw and an axe. He was a healthier and a saner man than I am. I shall let his memory trouble my thoughts.”

– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | Feminism, the Body, and the Machine p.80

“The body characterizes everything it touches. What it makes it traces over with the marks of its pulses and breathings, its excitements, hesitations, flaws, and mistakes. On its good work, it leaves the marks of skill, care, and love persisting through hesitations, flaws, and mistakes. And to those of us who love and honor the life of the body in this world, these marks are precious things, necessities of life.”

– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | Feminism, the Body, and the Machine p.78

“How far down in the natural order do we have to go to find creatures who raise their young as indifferently as industrial humans now do? Even the English sparrows do not let loose into the streets young sparrows who have no notion of their identity or their adult responsibilities.”

– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | Feminism, the Body, and the Machine p.73