“I Don’t Do Shops…”
“I first noticed him in his camouflage jacket in the shot below; quietly blending in to the Bath stone. “Sorry,” he said. “Am I in your way?” Uh… not exactly. We got chatting in the sunshine [a bit harsh for portraiture!] “My wife’s in the shops. I don’t do shops,” he amusingly continued.
84 years young, he was, and pleasantly chatty, too. Revealed how he’d just come out of hospital: two years ago he slipped and fell in his garden, broke his collar bone. He kept going back complaining of ongoing pain, which the docs put down to his collar bone being stubborn to heal and probably a bit of arthritis creeping in on top. Until, that is, another recent X-ray. He had a broken neck, too! Consultant, who subsequently operated, told him he was potentially one false movement away from paralysis.”
An Afghan nomad kisses his young daughter while watching his herd in Marjah, Helmand province, Afghanistan. In southern Helmand province, one of Afghanistan’s deadliest battlefields, angry residents say 11 years of war has brought them widespread insecurity. They say they are too afraid to go out after dark because of marauding bands of thieves and during the day corrupt police and government officials bully them into paying bribes. Development that was promised hasn’t materialized and the Taliban’s rule is often said to be preferred.
AP Photo/Anja Niedringhaus
Source: The Atlantic