Shannon tiredly hangs her head in defeat and wonders how her marriage got to this place. She ignored too many warning signs and now her life is in shambles. One week ago, her husband hit her, causing a brain injury and loss of vision in her left eye. She had to leave.
As someone who has trekked into communities without water and looked in the eyes of children who are suffering the effects of not having water, I have a value for water and a dislike for telling thirsty people no.
Rena pulls a small cloth out and places it over the opening of her jug. She spoons murky water out of the swamp and pours it into the jug through the dirty cloth. Mud and large bugs roll off the sides as Rena’s jug fills to the brim.
This time last year I was working on a photo series depicting what it was like to be a victim of human trafficking. I've heard many stories of human trafficking, but working on this story brought the intensity of this world to a new level...