I’ve started volunteering with the Swedish Red Cross as a photojournalist, and will be sharing highlights from projects and assignments once in a while.

The last few weeks have been quite busy on many fronts….ramping up on my Swedish, immersing fully in a new culture, trying to work smarter, not harder…

I felt uncomfortable watching her writhe in pain, wailing. Other village women tried consoling her, but her screams were deafening. From what I could gather, she’d lost a loved one and her wails were a mixture of grief and regret. Regret that she’d failed them in so many ways. My heart was breaking…