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"Saigon By Night" by Thuỳ Huỳnh

Saigon By Night

by Thuỳ Huỳnh

I was born and raised in Saigon. The project "Saigon By Night" is dedicated to my beloved city. Over the years, Saigon has experienced significant development, with skyscrapers now dominating the skyline. Most Saigon residents are familiar with the saying "Sài Gòn hoa lệ, hoa cho người giàu, lệ cho người nghèo," which translates to "Saigon is glamorous, glamour for the rich, horrendous for the poor." This quote reflects the socioeconomic disparities in Saigon, where the wealthy enjoy luxuries symbolized by flowers, while the poor face hardships represented by tears.

In this project, I want to approach the angle of daily nightlife in this bustle and hustle city, as what they call “street culture”. What comes between is how they struggle to live in such a splendid city.

I have decided to make the street vendors the main characters of my project. Life is a rush and it has never been easy for them (or for us). They go around selling their goods, no matter how bad the weather is. One thing I really admire about them is that they can provide for their entire families and raise their kids with the income from their small businesses.

Speaking of street culture, I would like to talk about street food. I am proud to say that Vietnam has one of the best cuisines in the world. Especially in Saigon, there are a plethora of street vendors. It would be a shame to visit Saigon without trying the street food. In addition to my mom's cooking, these street vendors have played a significant role in my upbringing.

I had a really funny experience while shooting this project. They actually mistook me for a reporter and even called me that, which made me really happy. In reality, I'm just a 22-year-old girl who loves photography. They were so friendly and open during the shoot. They said things like, "Do I need to smile?", "Let me pretend to cook for you to take a photo.", "Hey, how’s the photo? Do I look handsome?", "Am I going to be on TV?", and so on, as soon as they saw my camera. If this project has a chance to be published in a magazine, I would like to give a huge credit to them.

 
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I don’t have much to write about myself. In fact, I’m not a photographer and have never learned about photography. I just have a strong passion for photography, especially street photography, since I was a kid, and after all these years, I still enjoy it. However, I have not been able to invest much in this due to various reasons. Moreover, I have some ideas, but I don’t know where to get started. I'll take it step by step. First, I want to ask for the opportunity to have my project published in a magazine. Even if my work doesn't meet your requirements for publication, I would be grateful for the chance. It means a lot to me.

Thursday 05.23.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

Life in a Brickyard by Patricia Kerkhofs

Life in a Brickyard

by Patricia Kerkhofs

In the countryside of India, there are places called brickworks where families work really hard to make bricks by hand. These are brick kilns, where topsoil is mixed with a few other materials. This kind of hard work is exhaustive, but it provides work for people. 

Every day, they wake up early and go to the kilns, where they shape the clay into bricks. It's tough work, especially because it's hot and there is a heavy smell caused by the clay and the fires. The women, with their rough and strong hands, knead the mud and place it inside moulds. They lift the wooden moulds and repeat the procedure. These bricks are put in the sun to dry and then baked in these kilns at high temperatures to harden them.

The families live in small, simple houses near the kilns. These houses are constructed using natural materials. Hence, they are not that robust, and they don’t protect against heat and cold that well. Kids enjoy playing with friends, but they also support their families by making bricks when growing up. Making a living and earning a lunch is a hard job for these families. But there is a strong sense of community and mutual support.  This craftsmanship,  although laborious and exhaustive,  is an important economic activity these people do every day with pride and resilience.

 
 
 
 
 
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Since the early 2000s, Indian brick factories have been involved in international scandals due to poor working conditions and environmental impact. In 2017, a documentary highlighted concerns about working conditions resembling slavery, with workers being loaned money upon hiring and having to work a whole season to repay the debt. Details such as wages, working hours, and debt interest are at the discretion of the factory owner. The promised pay never coincides with the actual pay, leaving you uncertain if your job will repay your debt. Rebels or escapees face violent repression. To aggravate the situation, the widespread exploitation of children under the age of 14, forced to work up to 9 hours a day, even in the height of summer.

In India, there are over 100,000 brick factories, employing more than 23 million workers. That's the scale of the phenomenon.

 

ProgressivE-zine #30 The Invisibles / Friday 01.21.22

 
Fascinating days in Kolkata
 
 
Patricia Kerkhofs
Tuesday 05.21.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

Echo by Rowell B. Timoteo

Echo

by Rowell B. Timoteo

 

Hello there, faces and shadows, I see you stop,
Eyes seeing a wonderful sight, I borrow your mysterious light.
Staring silently, circling and waiting,
My camera clicks, I am drawing a connection with signs.
Moments intertwine, seeing life in a different timeline.

 
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In 2017, I started my master’s degree while working full-time. I bought my first camera, a Fuji X-A10, and discovered a passion for photography, especially macro photography of insects. In 2020, I enrolled in a street photography workshop and fell in love with it. Despite the challenges of the COVID-19 pandemic, I continued to learn through online resources and joined a mentorship program with a seasoned street photographer. My dedication paid off, and in 2023, I was featured in exhibitions in the Philippines and internationally, recognizing my growth in street photography.

As I organized my photos, the word "Echo" came to mind, inspiring me to capture candid documentation of the world around me through street photography. This art form reminds us to strive to be better at being human. I always keep my eyes open, capturing moments as time flows. I love observing my surroundings, even when I'm waiting. I observe everything within my reach, and stories develop in my mind.

I find solace in street photography, which allows me to balance my thoughts and connect with everyday moments. Despite the challenges of juggling responsibilities, I strive to keep my passion for photography alive. I have learned to manage my ego and maintain a positive attitude. I am mindful of respecting individuals' privacy and always abide by my principles when capturing moments in public places.

Despite my daily eight-hour work schedule, my day job and my passion for street photography have found a harmonious coexistence.

I've been a government employee for 15 years and have pursued street photography for four years. Through dedication, I've achieved unexpected success, including international exhibits, contest wins, and online publications. I've also become a citizen photojournalist and have the chance to be featured on The Pictorial List website. All these accomplishments stem from my passion for street photography. When I'm not working or taking photos, I'm working on my thesis. I hope to finish it and graduate with my master's degree. I spend quality time with my girlfriend and visit her hometown on weekends. I also enjoy spending time with my mother. Balancing work and personal life helps me cope with daily pressures and stress, and being with loved ones refreshes me.

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LOCATION: La Union PHILIPPINES

CAMERA/S: Fuji Xpro2, Fuji XA3, Realme 6 pro smartphone

 
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Traffic and Streets
The sea of life
 
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@ROWELL.TIMOTEO.7
 
 
Sunday 05.19.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

In bike through the night by Ollie Cunningham

Through the night

by Ollie Cunningham

 

Every week I would ride my bike through the night since it was the only way to come back from school after practice. I thought the night was scary because of the darkness that engulfed the world, but no matter where I went, there were always lights guiding my way. Throughout my rides back I discovered the beauty of the night and how the lights served as a guide through my adventures of the unknown. There's so much emotion in the dark that we don't notice, and I want to show this unforeseen to the world. 

 
 
 
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Ollie Cunningham is a nighttime street photographer and a junior at the Los Angeles Center for Enriched Studies (LACES). He discovered his love for nighttime street photography while riding around the city on his bike.

@ollievisualz
 
Sunday 04.28.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

Urban Solitudes by Pascal Colin

 
 

Along a wall

Or on a bench

On a bus

Or on the way

Images of solitude

Attract

And seduce me

The subject will detach

Imanquably

Emerging from the shade

Suddenly shining

In the light

I spot it

I isolate it

I shoot

He is no more alone in the city

Than in the countryside

But here he offers himself

To my lens

He is no more unhappy

Than another

Accompanied by

Good or bad

That’s not the point

It is the human soul

That I try to capture

Tirelessly

 

 

 

 

                                                                      Pascal Colin

 
 
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Sunday 04.21.24
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Eloquence of the Eye Nilanjan Ray

Eloquence of the eye

by Nilanjan Ray

Eloquence is a powerful, moving, and magnificent form of self-expression. The eye is the jewel of the body, and almost nothing needs to be said when one has eyes, as they have a universal language. The eloquence of the eye reflects the antiquity of one's soul, and it has an interpreter that is often unconscious but still faithful. Eyes have their own language, and they speak of things we dare not say. The mind and soul both reflect through our eyes, and they see only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.

Eloquence makes depth in expression more complete when it comes through the eyes. Our eyes are not only more accurate witnesses than our ears, but they can also do a thousand things our fingers cannot.

My eye and God's eye are one, seeing, knowing, and loving. They also speak of war, deprivation, and loss, and they are the books, arts, and academies that show, contain, and nourish the entire world. There is a road that connects the eye to the heart, bypassing the intellect. The eyes are the most powerful social signalers that we have, and they are sometimes called the windows of the soul. The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

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GOMIRA DANCE
Faith – A Quaint Emotions
 

Nilanjan Ray is an award-winning photographer who started photography as a hobby and eventually turned it into a full-time profession. He prefers to shoot in monochrome and often captures the uncomfortable aspects of our contemporary world, including human pain resulting from exploitation, the terror of wars, and ecological destruction.

Ray has received awards from National Geographic, the Government of India, and has exhibited his work both nationally and internationally. His works have been published in leading newspapers and magazines and selected for several books. He has even received a letter of appreciation from Maitre Henri Cartier-Bresson.

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Tuesday 03.26.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

Jaffa road in sun by Baruch Gian

Jaffa road in sun

by Baruch Gian

Photography on street along the year and against the sun

Last essay I wrote about Jaffa Road on rainy days. During this time, I collected a few pictures from the street against the sun, usually early in the morning. Most of them were taken in the last four years. From this perspective, I can see the loneliness in a big city, I can see people praying and concentrating on their books, I can see dogs and cats, runners and riders. Sometimes, I speak with them, but mostly they are anonymous. I love seeing the colors of women's dresses and the different strides of people. Against the sun, I can see street lights being illuminated by the sun.

 
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Baruch Gian
Monday 03.11.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

It's the Lunar New Year by Martin Ingber

Lunar New Year

by Martin Ingber

It's the Lunar New Year, the 'Year of the Dragon', and there will be a traditional parade in Manhattan's Chinatown on Sunday to celebrate. Here's wishing a happy new year to all those who celebrate!

 
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Martin Ingber
Saturday 02.24.24
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Nazaré (Portugal) by José Ríos López

Nazaré

by José Ríos López

As you head up north of Portugal, you will come across its most popular beach, which lies beyond Lisbon. This beach is famous for its giant wave that reaches up to twenty meters high, making it a surfer's paradise from all over the world. The beach also boasts of its white sand, fishermen's boats parked on the sand, women sunbathing, and the familiar atmosphere of bathers in the bathrooms. The houses around the beach are used for intimacy, changing into swimsuits, eating, and other purposes. However, the most exciting thing about these houses is the development of stories that happen in each one.

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José Ríos López
Saturday 02.24.24
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Jaffa road in rain by Baruch Gian

Jaffa road in rain

by Baruch Gian

 

I took pictures here for many years/mainly in the morning/sometimes very early. Always In winter, when the light is excellent and the street is wet and shiny. Usually, I am holding a vast umbrella with only one hand holding the camera. Here it’s a collection of pictures from the last 12 years. On rainy days, it is easy to take photos, and they don’t even see you.

 
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Tuesday 02.13.24
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Street dogs by Rajib Singha

Street dogs

by Rajib Singha.

 

Street dogs are a familiar sight in many cities. My interest in them started when I saw one in a garden near India Gate, Delhi. The dog belonged to a reputed breed but had been abandoned by its owner recently. It was in a state of shock and trauma as it had never experienced the harsh street life before. Since then, I have made it a habit to capture photos of street dogs whenever I am out shooting on the streets. Here are some photos of the street dogs living on the streets of Kolkata. Each one has its own unique character.

 
 
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Rajib Singha
Friday 02.02.24
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A Legacy on Strings by Manolis Soulos

A Legacy on Strings

by Manolis Soulos

 

 Sicilian puppetry, a mesmerizing and age-old art form, has long been a source of fascination and wonder. This captivating tradition, known as the Opera dei Pupi (aka Puppet Opera), tells tales of valor, chivalry, and epic battles through intricately crafted puppets. At the heart of this remarkable world stands Salvatore Bumbello, a master puppeteer and craftsman whose life is a testament to the enduring magic of Sicilian puppetry.

  The Opera dei Pupi emerged as a unique theatrical experience, featuring marionettes skillfully manipulated by puppeteers who brought age-old stories to life.

These stories often revolved around the exploits of knights, paladins, saracens, and noble heroes, set against the backdrop of epic battles and quests. The puppets themselves were meticulously handcrafted, complete with intricate costumes, swords, and a remarkable attention to detail. In Palermo, the legacy of Sicilian puppetry is often a family affair, passed down from one generation to the next. Salvatore Bumbello’s journey mirrors this familial tradition. Today, Salvatore not only designs and creates elaborate puppets for his own shows but also crafts them for fellow puppeteers.What makes Salvatore's journey even more remarkable is his commitment to ensuring that the legacy lives on through the generations. He is not alone in his quest. His eldest son, Luciano, stands beside him, carrying the torch forward.

  Sicilian puppetry and Salvatore Bumbello's life are inseparable chapters in a tale that transcends time. Their stories intertwine with history, tradition, and the enduring spirit of craftsmanship. Through the hands of puppeteers like him and his family, the Opera dei Pupi continues to cast its spell, captivating audiences with the age-old tales of Sicilian heroism. 

 
 
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Manolis Soulos
@mossa_avenue
Wednesday 01.31.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

Capturing the Essence: Street Photography at the Fish Market near Girish Park by Debraj Purkayastha

Fish Market near Girish Park by Debraj Purkayastha

In the heart of the bustling city, the fish market near Girish Park emerges as a vibrant and chaotic tapestry of life, offering a captivating subject for street photographers seeking to capture the raw beauty of everyday existence. Nestled in the midst of the urban hustle, this market becomes a canvas where the juxtaposition of images paints a unique portrait of the daily rhythm.

One of the most striking aspects of street photography in the fish market is the juxtaposition of elements. Amidst the chaos of vendors shouting prices, customers haggling, and the pungent aroma of the sea, a photographer can freeze moments that tell a thousand stories. The vibrant colors of fresh catches stand in stark contrast to the worn, weathered faces of the fishmongers. The flickering fluorescent lights cast a surreal glow on the scenes of negotiation and exchange.

The market's energy is palpable through the lens, as fishermen unload their catch from rickety boats, creating a dance of movement and purpose. The scale of the operation, from the meticulous arrangement of fish on ice to the swift transactions occurring at makeshift stalls, provides a rich visual narrative.

 
 

Girish Park is a neighbourhood of North Kolkata in Kolkata district in the Indian state of West Bengal. it is named after famous Bengali Theatre personnel Girish Chandra Ghosh.

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Wednesday 01.17.24
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“Equine Beauty” by Cheryl Atkins

“Equine Beauty”

by Cheryl Atkins

I’ve been a street photographer since 2007. I was out taking shots daily, no matter the weather.  We moved to a rural island in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay when Covid hit in March 2020 and stayed there until my husband Tom’s death in December 2022. As he passed, I was too grief-stricken to pick up a camera. The thought of seeing happy people on the street threw me into a deeply sad state. I was in a fog and could barely muster the strength to get out of bed in the morning. We were married for thirty-six years and still held hands when out in public. We moved as one. When he died, life as I knew it ceased to exist. I also lost both of our sixteen-year-old dogs within a couple of months of losing Tom. The loneliness overwhelmed me. This was the first time in my life I was on my own. I was so confused. I had no one to care for but myself. Who was I? 

In March of 2023, I decided to take a ride to the horse country north of Baltimore. It is three years since the last time I was there. We used to visit the horses in random paddocks along the roads. The horses flocked to Tom, and all the animals did. He was an old soul with a gentle demeanor. Some of the horses in our favorite paddock are over thirty years old. One in particular was partial to Tom. He was there the day I decided to go. I parked my car on the grass alongside the fence, and he approached me. He then walked to the car, looking for Tom. His head turned from side to side, and he looked confused. I walked over to him and told him Tom had died and was now with us in spirit only. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed. This magnificent,  sweet creature felt my pain and put his face on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried for about five minutes. I felt him absorb my sadness. He made me feel better. I massaged the favorite spot on his neck for about thirty minutes. We bonded. This was the first time I felt a break in the constant torture of grief. I found myself visiting Brownie  (my not-so-creative nickname for him) and the others almost every day for months. I talked to them and told them how beautiful they were and thanked them for easing my sadness and pain. I  always had my camera with me and took candid shots of them, both beautiful and funny. Their personalities vary as much as those of humans. They do a lot of very silly things, and I truly enjoyed capturing them. I laughed for the first time in months. Communicating with them was a  wonderful form of therapy for me.  

Their backs remind me of landscapes. I call them “horsescapes”. The movement of their gorgeous, majestic forms reveal striking abstract compositions. I absolutely love them. We are true friends. I feel they understand me more than most people. They have truly helped me in my journey through grief. The photos, which were just random shots in the beginning, grew into this project I call “Equine Beauty”.

 
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Cheryl Atkins
Sunday 01.14.24
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Kos by Michael C. Geiss

Kos

by Michael C. Geiss

In February 2020, when the coronavirus pandemic was not yet something we were seriously focussing on, I flew to the Greek island of Kos for 12 days to help in a camp for boat refugees. Obtaining accreditation from the Greek government and signing an official document stating that I would not take photographs in the camp were a prerequisite for this.

In order not to jeopardise the work of the small German NGO I was working for (which, alongside the UNHCR, was exclusively responsible for around 3600 refugees from 2015 to 2022), I carried a small compact camera with me, well hidden under my jacket. (Can you really expect a photographer to be travelling without a camera? You can't!).

The closed part of the camp - I'll call it an open-air prison for simplicity's sake - is located on a former military site in the center of the island and can only be entered and left after an ID check. In addition to this, there was also a wild "village" in front of the camp, where recognised boat refugees mainly from Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq, Somalia, Ethiopia and other African countries live.

Those who arrived on the island by boat, usually at night on the beach, from Turkey, which is within sight, were sent to the closed camp until they received a Schengen visa or until they were repatriated (push-backs) to Turkey.

In my opinion, the living conditions for the refugees in the closed camp were inhumane, especially when you consider that we are here within the EU. But this is probably part of the intended deterrent. On average, eight people lived in one container, with around 8-10 containers set up in the areas surrounded by Nato barbed wire. There were shower and toilet containers, but these could only be entered when accompanied by police officers armed with machine guns, as was our warehouse.

People living outside the closed area were free and recognised, but in very few cases were able to leave the island in the direction of Athens. We also provided these people with the bare essentials: clothing, shoes, toiletries and baby food were in short supply, as were toilets, showers and medical care. Men, women, children and babies are almost left to fend for themselves.

The UNHCR provided the refugees with a small amount of money (approx. 80 euros per person per month), the rest of the aid was organised privately, including by numerous helpful Greeks on the island, who did not have much themselves and could not have foreseen that the tourists would disappear as a source of livelihood in the summer, making the situation for the inhabitants much worse.

There are now almost no more refugees on Kos, they have been taken to the other islands (Samos, Lesbos) and to the mainland. I have not publicised these photos to this day, the small NGO has withdrawn from Kos and normality has returned to a certain extent on this beautiful island. The way people were treated there, in an EU country, made me thoughtful, perhaps even a little aggressive.

* On the day I left, a young, heavily pregnant (8 months) Syrian woman, who was still living in the closed part of the camp behind Nato barbed wire, asked me for help, she was to be taken to the mainland the next day with a Schengen visa - unaccompanied by her husband - free to go wherever her feet would take her, problem solved!

07. Januar 2024 

 

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Im Februar 2020, noch war die Corona-Pandemie etwas, was wir nicht ernsthaft im Blickfeld hatten, flog ich für 12 Tage, auf die Griechische Insel Kos, um in einem Lager für Bootsflüchtlinge zu helfen. Der Erhalt einer Akkreditierung durch die Griechische Regierung, sowie meine Unterschrift unter ein offizielles Dokument, dass ich nicht im Lager fotografieren werde, waren eine Voraussetzung hierfür. Um die Arbeit der kleinen Deutschen NGO, für die ich tätig war, nicht zu gefährden (diese war exklusiv seit 2015 bis 2022, neben dem UNHCR, für die damals rund 3600 Flüchtlinge zuständig) habe ich eine kleine Kompaktkamera, unter meiner Jacke gut versteckt mitgeführt. (Kann man von einem Fotografen wirklich erwarten, dass er ohne Kamera unterwegs ist? Kann man nicht!). Der geschlossene Teil des Lagers, ich nenne es mal, der Einfachheit wegen, Freiluftgefängnis, auf einem ehemaligen Militärgelände im Inneren der Insel gelegen, darf nur nach Ausweis-Kontrolle betreten und verlassen werden. Neben diesem, gab es noch ein wildes „Dorf" vor dem Lager, hier hausen anerkannte Boots-Flüchtlinge überwiegend aus Afghanistan, Syrien, Irak, Somalia, Äthiopien sowie weiteren Afrikanischen Ländern. Wer per Boot auf die Insel kam, meistens Nachts am Strand, aus der in Sichtweite gelegen Türkei anlandete, kam in das geschlossene Lager, bis zum Erhalt eines Schengen Visums, oder bis zur Rückführung (Push-Backs) in die Türkei. Die Lebensumstände für die Flüchtlinge im geschlossenen Camp waren aus meiner Sicht menschenunwürdig, besonders wenn man bedenkt, dass wir hier innerhalb der EU sind. Aber dies ist wohl ein Teil der gewollten Abschreckung. Acht Personen hausten durchschnittlich in einem Container, jeweils zirka 8-10 Container waren in den mit Nato-Stacheldraht umgebenen Arealen aufgebaut. Es gab Dusch & WC Container, die aber nur in Begleitung der, mit Maschinenpistolen bewaffneten, Polizisten aufgesucht werden durften, wie auch unser Waren-Lager. Vor dem geschlossenen Bereich lebende Menschen waren frei und anerkannt, aber konnten in den wenigsten Fällen die Insel in Richtung Athen verlassen. Auch diese Menschen wurden von uns mit dem Allernötigsten versorgt, Kleidung, Schuhe, Hygieneartikel und Babynahrung waren dort Mangelware, wie auch WC´s und Duschen oder medizinische Versorgung. Männer, Frauen, Kinder und Babys leben hier nahezu sich selbst überlassen. Der UNHCR, hat den Flüchtlingen einen kleinen Geldbetrag (ca. 80 Euro im Monat pro Person) zukommen lassen, die restliche Hilfe war privat organisiert, auch von zahlreichen hilfsbereiten Griechen auf der Insel, die selbst nicht viel hatten und noch nicht ahnen konnten, dass im Sommer die Touristen als Lebensgrundlage ausbleiben würden, wodurch sich die Lage für die Einwohner massiv verschlechtert hat. Inzwischen sind nahezu keine Flüchtlinge mehr auf Kos, diese wurden auf die anderen Inseln (Samos, Lesbos) und auf das Festland gebracht. Ich habe diese Photos bis heute nicht öffentlich gemacht, die kleine NGO hat sich aus Kos zurückgezogen und es ist wieder einigermaßen Normalität eingekehrt auf dieser schönen Insel. Die Art wie Menschen dort, in einem EU Land, behandelt wurden, hat mich nachdenklich, vielleicht auch ein wenig aggresiv gemacht.*

* Am Tag meiner Abreise hat mich eine junge, hochschwangere (8. Monat) Syrische Frau, die noch im geschlossenen Teil des Camps hinter Nato-Stacheldraht wohnte, um Hilfe gebeten, sie sollte -ohne- Begleitung ihres Mannes am nächsten Tag, mit einem Schengen Visum auf

Michael C. Geiss
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The harbor of Muara Angke
The commemoration of 13 February 1945 – 2011
Monday 01.08.24
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Sagar Dan by Michael Kennedy

Sagar Dan

When we met half-way across the lobby of the LeLat Great Eastern Hotel in Calcutta six weeks ago, I knew I had been right all along. Despite a well-honed mask of world-weary cynicism, I’m still delighted and impressed by people who can make me a better person by the strength of their character. 

Sagar Dan, a life-long resident of Burdwan, a small town near Calcutta in West Bengal, is such a person.


Years ago, I stopped walking the wheel every day for a comfortable salary and retired so I could take back control of my life. This allowed me to return to photography, an early passion without the soul-crushing embarrassment of looking up my “Wendy” who left long ago because I prolonged my adolescence way too long. She knows who she is, how much she still means to me. Yet a camera never asks about our lack of ambition, or if we’ve been unfaithful.  The only other relationship that tops this involves a dog. 

Once I began to make some in-roads in the Facebook Community of photographers – especially street photography, Sagar Dan contacted me out of the blue to encourage me to post photographs to his long-time site, “Street Photography (Candid) of Calcutta and rest of the World.” Dan’s support has been rock solid for the past six years.

I do not make a practice of contacting FB-related photographers about meeting up with them in their home city if I happen to be in the neighborhood. It seems too lame.  Besides, what happens if there is a serious disconnect between the photographer and the impressive visual image.

“Hi, and good-bye.”


I had planned to spend time in Calcutta on my recent travels to India, yet there was something about Dan that made me change my attitude about meeting him.

In his case, as Americans often say: “He is the real deal.”

And so, as we shook hands finally and exchanged salutations in the hotel lobby, I instantly felt like I was in the company of an old friend – not someone I was meeting for the first time.

In the late fall of 2020, I assisted with ProgressivE-Zine Issue #22: India – In The Age of COVID 19. This edition featured 11 photographers from India, including Dan. So I knew he was an extremely talented photographer, as well as having a Doctorate in Australian Literature.  Yet how Dan described his view of street photography in the ProgressivE-Zine issue seemed a natural unspoken aspect of his character during the brief time I spent with him at the hotel in Calcutta.

“The most important thing for a street photographer is not the camera, or post-production software. It is the inner eye, or the heart, by which one can empathize with others and recognize our common humanity. It is not our story; we are respectful observers of other people and their journey through this world. So, first, it is important to feel the story, and then document discreetly without any pretense.”

And perhaps that last word sums Dan up best: he is without any pretense.

And what a delight it is to encounter people without any pretense. People who show us who they are by the example of their character – rather than tell us who they are with the insecurity of a coked-up squirrel.

We asked Sagar Dan to send us some new photos for a little feature.

 
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Talking about India

Below you can read Michael's interview of Sagar for our magazine, the report of Michael's last trip and the three PPH books on India. And other articles by Niklas Lindskog, Shimi Cohen, Myriam Aadli, Siddhartha Mukherjee, Shubhodeep Roy

(Interview by Michael Kennedy)

I’m a life-long resident of Burdwan, a small town near Calcutta, in West Bengal. I have a doctorate in Australian Literature, and work as an Assistant Teacher at the high school-level.

As a street photographer, the most important factor is authentic scenes of life. Since the early days of my odyessy, I have always been passionate about documentung people on the streets. In the 1990s, I used a film camera for street photography and this felt luxurious. By the  digital age, I prefered to shoot as much as possible wherever I traveled. This always involvd a quick assessment of faces and body language, like a deep look into the character of my subjects in a decisive moment that was more significant than any shutter speed.

The fascination of street photography is that this milieu features all the basic narratives of life. In a culture like India. the stories from the streets change powerfully every hundred miles. 

I find that documenting every significant moment on the street to be unique and emotional. Every character is the protagonist of a story that I want to capture within a little play of light and shadow. It is these stores that inspire me in my journey as a street photographer.

In India, one can easily find an abundance of characters in the streets that represent every facet of life. The lines upon a face of a character are always different if you travel from one district to another district. The change of daily life and livelihood inspires so many visual narratives.  

Regardless of popular destinations like Calcutta, Jaipur, New Delhi, Varanasi - this can never give one a true picture of India. The story of India is the story of her villages. The poster boy of Bollywood films never tells the true story of Indian characters. The life of Indian people, their struggle for existence in the midst of constantly changing social conditions -  and how this is truly reflect in their faces, this is the story that matters most. 

That's why, as a street photographer, I attempt to depict the true portrait of every human I document through the lens..

It is very hard for the photographers from outside of India to catch the unique story of Indian street life. Yes, it is as 'visual feast' for some, but it is a hard life to us. One can easily frame their misery or livelihood, but it is not easy to understand their story of life. 

An outsider cannot communicate with the locals, since  the people of the streets are very camera-phobic to someone who is not from their community. So, documentation of Indian street life may seem possible for anyone - yet the true spirit of street photography of telling a story through his characters is miles away.

As previously noted, the story of Indian street photography is a bit different from other countries, one must include every aspects of Indian life whether it is the people of posh Bangalore or the beggars, saints and the lunatics of Haridwar. The main focus must be the life of Indian age-old tradition and culture which is germinated day by day with its people from all social classes, castes and creeds. 

I regard India as the best place for street photography. I have visited six countries, mostly South East Asia and Australia - sometimes with lengthy stays. Since my doctoral studentship occurred in Australia, I had the chance to observe the culture of street life in far more detail than a fleeting tourist. 

Many people may not realize that India is a federal union comprising 28 states and eight union territories, for a total of 36 entities. I have visited more than 15 states in my country, and now can better distinguish the daily story of people according to their appearance, as well as their social structure.

In the early stage of the COVID-19 pandemic, I captured some of migration labourers and their families who have travelled a long distance to reach their home without food and money during national lockdown. Yet I have never published these photos. It is very uncomfortable to share these stories as a professional photojournalist might do. Naturally, the pandemic has totally changed the streets of India - and people of a so-called privileged class, now fear to go near people of streets. Social distancing is a vague term in light of the life of the general people of India. One has to earn their daily bread by coming out in to the street, and reaching their desrination without any convenient transport system. 

Everything here is affected by different situations mixed with myriad political agendas from the ruler and the opposition. The streets of India are now changing, and the future will take a shape different from the past.

I prefer to shoot at any time of my daily routine. I rely on a mobile phone that is good for street photography. Yet for the story of the street, I have to plan about place and time - which I generally do once in a month.

The railway station is my favourite place to photograph in my town, since it is connected -more or less, to all the routes of Indian states. This allows me to easily catch the people of different states and the evidence of their journey.

Believe me, India is now suffering greatly and her people of the streets are in very dire circumstances - if not completely doomed. Lots of people have lost their jobs and their livelihood. Daily labourers and their families cannot earn a day’s worth of food, as all work and projects are locked down in these times.
My only project is to help these people by any means, whether providing daily work in my village house or helping them with a day’s food for a family. It is a big task, yet I can still help at least one family at a time. Documenting the sufferings of people is too hard to bear. You could not capture the image of a moment of family who is now eating their rice after a two-day walk from their factory to their village. We must come forward to help those in distress in these hard times. And now I am trying to do this with the help of my friends.


I prefer to shoot the street with my only camera, a Canon 600D and an 85 mm 1.4 fixed lenses. Once I  used a 50 mm 1.4 which is also good for the street, yet I prefer a modest telephoto lens for some distance. 


As a teacher, I’ve never pursued photography for financial gain. It is not my cup of tea. I do so strictly for my aesthetic pleasure. But this pandemic has changed my attitude. If it is possible, I will approach the people to help for my daily labour friends and their families.

The most important thing for a street photographer is not the camera, or post-production software. It is the inner eye, or the heart, by which one can empathize with others and recognize our common humanity. It is not our story; we are respectful observers of other people and their journey through this world. So, first, it is important to feel the story, and then document discreetly without any pretense.

Dr Sagar Dan

27/01/2021

 


My FB page: https://www.facebook.com/muhurto.sagar

 

Michael Kennedy’s 18-day trip to India from November 13 to November 30

I Walk These Streets
 Portraits of India
 

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Keef Charles 15/11/2023
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Bruno Lavi 30/06/2022
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Niklas Lindskog: Greetings from India! – March 2023

 
 
 
 

Myriam Aadli - Few days in Kolkata with Friends

Exploring Kolkata by Public Transportation

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Wednesday 01.03.24
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

‘Vampires on the Streets of New York’ By Martin Ingber

‘Vampires on the Streets of New York’

by Martin Ingber

There are Vampires that prowl the streets of New York City  -but they disguise themselves as greedy landlords, crooked politicians, heartless drug dealers, billionaire bankers, and other inhuman parasites. These evil monsters walk among us, draining the lifeblood of any poor soul unfortunate enough to become their prey.

But this Halloween, as the gloom of night fell on the city, I happened to meet a very different community of Vampires. These were a lively group, a lot better looking, and far more fun. They had traveled here all the way from San Antonio, in Texas, to take part in New York’s annual Village Halloween Parade. It was a crowded and chaotic scene; but I had my camera, and was able to capture some pictures before the waves of people around us began to sweep them uptown. 

It may sound like a scary experience, interacting with Vampires while surrounded by ghouls, skeletons, and nightmarish creatures of every imaginable kind. But I am a native New Yorker, and we are notoriously tough to kill.

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‘Taking it to the Streets’
Marmaid Parade

Two of the things I find most rewarding in life are exploring my home town, New York; and photographing some of the infinite variety of unexpected, fascinating and colorful subjects that the city contains, waiting to be discovered...

Saturday 11.18.23
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

The Price of Waiting by Rowel Timoteo

The Price of Waiting

by Rowel Timoteo

Waiting is about expecting something to happen. Every day, we observe our surroundings while waiting. We create different stories in our heads while our eyes are collecting data and processing it in our thoughts. We tend to daydream, reminiscing about the good old days. Deeply, our minds continue to accept surges of multiple streams of thoughts. But sometimes we can get stuck in situations where we are forced to wait. We endure countless hours of inconvenience, leading to frustrations that threaten our peace of mind. Sometimes waiting games challenge the patience of our minds.

Through these photos, I aimed to convey the essence of waiting.

 
 
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I am grateful to Progressive Street for inspiring me to express my observations through writing.

Traffic and Streets
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Monday 10.30.23
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Traffic and Streets by Rowell Timoteo

Traffic and Streets

by Rowell Timoteo

Every day, the constant agony of commuters during rush hour at this time is inevitable. Looking through the window glass of our car, I captured the flow of time during rush hour on the roads of Metro Manila when we were on our way home to La Union. As my curious eye saw the wandering movement of everything around me, I slowly reached for my camera to get my rhythm to blend with the speed of our car while preparing my eyes for the gifts of the streets that I could unravel in that fraction of time. I saw different flashes of urban reality. Unsettling crowds, weaving traffic jams of cars, and people crossing in between—chaos is converging in the streets of Manila.

The stress of the traffic jam at that time allowed me to connect visually with the surroundings and people outside of our traveling car.

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Rowell Timoteo
Monday 10.23.23
Posted by Progressive-Street
 

The sea of life by Rowel Timoteo

The sea of life

by Rowel Timoteo

The sea of life, is a gift for many generations of fishermen. They work hard, sacrifice many things just to make ways of providing a livelihood for their family. Most of the time, they work in a group casting big nets in the sea hoping to have better opportunities in the sea. Sometimes their journey to the sea entails risks and uncertainties because most of the time they only rely on intuition, some don't have enough knowledge about the changing climate in the sea. Despite the hard-hitting waves and long hours in the water, Sailing fishermen return with their catch before sunset as their family and friends are waiting for their arrival to help them segregate the fishes on the shore while their children are playing.

Their daily journey to the sea with their small-craft and non-motorized wooden boats test their faith, skills, teamwork and focus in the water to catch more fish. It's a gamble, being a fisherman is not an easy job, but they make sacrifices to provide a livelihood for their family while they sell their catch to the streets and in the market.

Generally, a fisherman's life is simple, they celebrate small things, one motivating factor for fishermen striving in life is their aspiration for the education of their children that they are hoping to provide and this is enough reason for them to persevere in life. Returning to the shore with abundant catch or none, The most crucial thing is, that they return to their families safely. 

Fishing is one of the primary sources of livelihood for small-scale fishermen and their families living in Rimos No. 5, one of the coastal barangays in Luna, La Union, Philippines.

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Rowell Timoteo
Monday 10.02.23
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