

The garbage lady was ringing her bell as she pushed her cart down my small neighborhood ally. I was packing my belongings and preparing to move into a new house the following day when my phone rang. It was a familiar number, a writer from The New York Times that I often work with.
He was in the country covering a recent typhoon that swept through the Philippines then hit Vietnam. The damage in Vietnam wasn’t as devastating so I wasn’t assigned to cover the story. The writer however decided to stay an extra week and do some stories.
He asked if I could get on a plane that night or the following the morning to Ho Chi Minh City. I love working with this particular writer and didn’t want to miss the opportunity so I called on some favors to have my stuff moved while I was away.
The next morning I was on a plane leaving Hanoi and headed to HCMC. He picked me up at the airport with his assigned government minder from the ministry of Foreign Affairs and I was briefed on our stories.
We were headed straight to an orphanage for children who are HIV positive. Our story was about an incident a month prior when these 15 HIV positive children started attending a public school. The first day they showed up the parents of the other children pulled their kids from the school.
I didn’t really have time to process the story as I read the brief on the 30-minute ride from the airport. We had plans for another story later that afternoon so I only had a small window to get enough pictures for print and for an online slideshow.
I’m a goofy person and it’s my nature to be silly around children, but I needed natural shots so I had to restrain myself and try to bore them enough so they would forget about the tall bearded white man.
I floated around the orphanage and did my best to capture a small part of their everyday lives in the few hours I had. Halfway through the shoot I felt really sad when I thought about how it must have felt for them to be turned away from school. They were probably so excited about their first day at a public school.
No child should feel like an outcast like that and it just saddened me. I sort of felt bad thinking that me being there photographing them would just be a reminder to them of their experience at school.
I tried to be silly and goofy with them after that and I just shot what I saw and we all had fun. We left after a few hours and my focus switched to our next story on golf course leases.
I’m not sure what to make of things but I must say I felt kind of strange looking through my edit a few days later before filing. I couldn’t help be afraid that I approached both stories the same way, looking for nice light, moments, and composition in the environment I was presented with and at moments losing a bit of my humanity.
For my long term projects I’m very attached and I’m really there mentally when I shoot. I guess it scares me that when I’m only given a short time for a serious story that I can turn off that attachment if only for a little bit.

























