清明，脆弱
清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂。借问酒家何处有？牧童遥指杏花村。
好幽美的几句诗。
<subsequent images taken from the World Press Photo 2016 exhibition, gird yourself >
A strange kind of terrible beauty in this photo also. Ponomarev really composed it so beautifully; the horse bows its head, like how I'd imagine the hearts of the people. Yet the ethereal sunlight shines down on both the horseman and the people.
I stared at these nameless faces for a long time.
And then I saw this.
And this.
Was there the temptation to atheism again? I guess it was after Adam's photo while I was looking at the photos narrating the problem of sexual assaults against women in the US military. I just went "What the fuck, God." By grace, by sweet grace, it didn't end there, this almost-cowardly response.
I took photos of strength, of love, of resilience, of hope as well. Looked deep into these faces, as fleeting as those light-full moments were, there they were.
I reflected on the train back, that perhaps it takes much more courage to say God is love, God is good and He is sovereign amidst all these. For my eyes to be kept wide open to stare into the darkness, for courage to descend the rabbit hole, to keep my heart tender.
That was the photo that really stood out for me, as I stared at the foreground of Apo, the Kurdish nationalist leader (I didn't know that then) I was struck by how much humanity there was in this photo. Both the broken and those that speaks of Glory.
Surely children weren't meant to live in fear and
Teens give their lives to a doomed cause.
Surely fathers weren't meant to hold their child's bodies and
Mothers hold the family by themselves.
.
.
.
Surely, surely
Light still glimmers in darkness.
Your image glows in us O Father.
This is still your world.
好幽美的几句诗。
<subsequent images taken from the World Press Photo 2016 exhibition, gird yourself >
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| A Slovenian police officer escorts refugees after they crossed from Croatia |
A strange kind of terrible beauty in this photo also. Ponomarev really composed it so beautifully; the horse bows its head, like how I'd imagine the hearts of the people. Yet the ethereal sunlight shines down on both the horseman and the people.
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| Libyan refugees on an overcrowded dinghy wait as a MSF rescue ship approaches |
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| People cross into Turkey through a broken fence, near the official border crossing at Akçakale, Syria |
I stared at these nameless faces for a long time.
And then I saw this.
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| People run from water cannon fired by Turkish soldiers, to keep them away from border fences near Akçakale |
And this.
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| A father cradles his lifeless daughter after a Syrian air raid |
And this.
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| Adam. 7. Badly burned when bomb dropped by government plane hit his home in rebel-held territory of Burgu, Central Darfur, Sudan. Treatment was hard to access because of government restrictions for NGOs to these areas |
Was there the temptation to atheism again? I guess it was after Adam's photo while I was looking at the photos narrating the problem of sexual assaults against women in the US military. I just went "What the fuck, God." By grace, by sweet grace, it didn't end there, this almost-cowardly response.
I took photos of strength, of love, of resilience, of hope as well. Looked deep into these faces, as fleeting as those light-full moments were, there they were.
I reflected on the train back, that perhaps it takes much more courage to say God is love, God is good and He is sovereign amidst all these. For my eyes to be kept wide open to stare into the darkness, for courage to descend the rabbit hole, to keep my heart tender.
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| A doctor rubs ointment on the burns in a hospital run by People's Protection Unit, a Kurdish force opposing IS incursion in Syria. The patient is 16 y/o Jacob is a fighter from the group calling itself Islamic State (IS). |
That was the photo that really stood out for me, as I stared at the foreground of Apo, the Kurdish nationalist leader (I didn't know that then) I was struck by how much humanity there was in this photo. Both the broken and those that speaks of Glory.
Surely children weren't meant to live in fear and
Teens give their lives to a doomed cause.
Surely fathers weren't meant to hold their child's bodies and
Mothers hold the family by themselves.
.
.
.
Surely, surely
Light still glimmers in darkness.
Your image glows in us O Father.
This is still your world.
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