A photographer considers the world Saddam Hussein left behind
Under the conquistadores, fabulous riches flowed from the silver mines of Potosi. Now indigenous folk struggle to scratch out a living from the dregs.
“You are my number 20,” he said, drunkenly. He claimed he had to meet 50 of us, in order to ascend to a higher plane. We quickly left the tourist strip.
My next 10 months were lain out before me, just waiting to be lived. Who knew that digging my fingers into unyielding rock would turn out to be one of my most grounding experiences?
World-renowned climber Mike Robertson scaled the 1,064-foot-high tower — without ropes — to demand that French oil company TOTAL stop abetting the repressive Burmese regime
You rely on the things you know, and know are right
Rebuilding villages crushed by a crossroads war
A photographer chronicles the transformation of a city.
The pain was reaching my elbow. What would happen when it reached my brain?
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