Without The Frame, IX
April 30th, 2008![]()
February 2008, Mongolia.
This is one in a series of shots of this little boy that I return to over and over again. He packed more energy and personality into his little frame than any child I’ve met, and I’ve met many, many children. He had a look in his eyes from the moment we started that said “put your seat-belt on, Photo-man, because you are my plaything today and I am going to exhaust you before you can crank out 100 frames on your fancy camera. Think your camera focuses pretty fast, don’tcha?” And then the sugar kicked in, red-lined, and I started earning my keep. Eventually we wrapped him in that blanket like a burrito to slow him down. It didn’t.
What you do not see is the sparse frozen hillside and the pervasive smog of Ulaan Batar’s many coal-burning powerplants under which his family’s borrowed ger (yurt) tent sits. You do not see the poverty. I framed it that way because he doesn’t see it either, so pre-occupied was he with growing up, imagining that he was Spiderman, and chasing his beleaguered German Shepherd puppy. This little boy had great hope, imagination, and kindness. He almost came home in my duffle bag.
Almost anytime I speak of my job with others they ask how heartbreaking and difficult it is, and to be honest there are few trips that don’t find me lying in bed one night with tears rolling into my ears as I stare at the ceiling. But it’s equally true that on these journeys the time I spend with the poor teaches me more about those things I could never buy - hope, dignity, strength, even joy.
Exif: Canon EOS 5D, 24070/2.8l at 38mm, ISO 100, 1/100, f/7.0
Photograph taken for, and property of World Vision.