Revolution

Cairo in Revolution

Egypt | Saturday, January 5, 2013 | 5 photos

I was lucky enough to grow up in a small community in the Middle East surrounded by a people and tradition wonderfully different from my own. I travel, shoot pictures and video, and write about it. Unfortunately, I only do the first one pretty well. (I have a blog that is visited almost exclusively by my little sister.) I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I try. I try to bring my experience back home with me, to spread and to share, but when I print a shot to hang on my parents wall, it looks like just that, a shot by the family amateur. I have zero photographic training and almost all of my shots were taken with the still option on my video camera. Help me to do it right. To trick those people into thinking that my parents have art, and aren't indulging a child. To go to places that make some people wrinkle their foreheads. To bring back a shot and a story and say, "There, that's why." To be a photojournalist in a conflict zone. To help anyone with eyes understand the innumerable varieties in life and the insignificance of our perceived differences that lead to anger. To translate with pictures the simultaneous enormity and smallness of our world.
And give me that camera.