Non-Working Get-a-Way

It's been quite a long time since I've had a non-working get-a-away with my family. We finally got one; a week in a vintage air stream, on a California Central Coast farm. 

The Woman in the Photo

 3 years ago I took a photo of a woman while working on a long-term project in what is considered the largest dump site in the World, Dandora. The photo I’m referring to was nearly the last image I took in the course of several weeks of working in the dump.


The light was low and rain was coming in - it happens fast when you are on the equator. Toxic smoke was blowing through and with the cloud cover, the light was changing incredibly fast and turning otherworldly.

As it started to drizzle I noticed a woman sitting alone; resting on a bag of a day’s worth of hard-earned plastic scraps, waiting to weigh-in her day’s wage. 

What caught my eye, was that she was sitting alone and separate from the rest of the woman in the dump reading something, relaxing. 

I ask, “unakambuka mimi?” (do you remember me?) and with a most beautiful smile, says, “of course!.

I approached her and took a few images and asked her what she was reading. She told me she was essentially just thumbing through some sort of found industrial catalog and taking a break.

Just then, the skies opened up. I had no protection for my cameras so I bolted one direction and she too, but in the opposite way. 

Fast forward a year later, the photo won first place in the World Press Photo Awards, Contemporary Issues - for a freelancer like me, a lifetime achievement. 

Along with the rest of the World Press Photo winners, the photo traveled to over 100 galleries across the World and seen by millions. I’ve received hundreds of emails asking more about this Woman and who she is and how to help in this community. It’s hanging in permanent collections with the Princess of the Netherlands and the Houston Museum of Arts, not to mention countless personal collections and homes. I’ve spoken on NPR and traveled all over to speak about my work and that image in particular. This Woman captured the imagination and hearts of so many. Mine the most. 

Three years later I found myself back in Dandora, reconnected with my cartel contact “Tiger” and trudging through the swampy wasteland. Only a few hours back in, I find Her. 

I ask, “unakambuka mimi?” (do you remember me?) and with a most beautiful smile, says, “of course!”. With that, my emotions got the best of me. To imagine the differences of our lives and what has transpired over the last 3 years; the disparity glaring and inequity harsh. 

As she moved forward, three years ago, into appalling monotony of a daily life picking in the dumpsite six days a week earning $1.00 per day, what have I done? What luxuries and comforts have I experienced? 

The moment came, “What is your name?”. Again, with beaming smilie, “Pauline Mweni“.

Not wanting to take more of her work time, I ask her if we can connect a few days later in her home to hear more of her life and story. 

The sun was high and hot. The earth smoking beneath my feet as I hike out of the dump. I played soccer with some kids from the nearby slum, I’m sweating through my shirt and covered in dirt. A few hours later I jump into the pool of my guesthouse. The refreshment was cooling and instant. Probably a feeling she’s never experienced or will.

A few days later, I navigate through a labyrinth of corrugated metal homes, stray dogs, pigs and barefoot children, and me, still sucking the thick haze and smoke from the nearby dump to find Pauline welcoming me with the warmest smile you can imagine into her home. I don’t know what I expected, but she was surprisingly cleaned-up; don’t we all want a little dignity every day?

What I did expect was a small home. And small it was, smaller than I’m even used to. About the size of my walk-in closet at home. For her, just enough room for her and her two kids, a girl named Mwende (10) and a boy named Mumo (3), one small bed and a few belongings. Tiny yes. Dirty? Not a crumb. Simple, cheery, and clean, just like her. 

In 2007 she lost a job and her only option was to become a picker in the dump. Because nearly all of what she earns, goes to rent and school fees, she has no time to look for different work or explore her entrepreneurial spirit.

After some time with her, we parted ways and in a few days I’ll head home, left with more questions than answers (story of my life) and try to sort out what to do next. Navigating these harsh realities have never been easy for me; to sit in that tension has become a new normal. But then what? 

I don’t know how my story will connect again with Pauline’s but I believe it will and I have hope that the next time we meet, her ability to support her children will improve as well as those in her community. 

I believe that photojournalism has the power to make change. To challenge the comfortable. To uncover the hidden. And to connect us all to stories that cause us to look beyond our comfort zone to those outside of it. How do we respond? Perhaps the hardest question of all. 

Winter Hiking (and swimming)

One of my favorite lakes in the Sierra Nevada, CA. My brother and I have a long-standing rule that we must swim no mater what. Sometimes are more difficult than others. 

Exposure #4 - Temple Crag, California

Location: Temple Crag, Sierra Nevada, California

My Gear: Nikon FM, Nikon 14 - 24mm f/2.8 | Fuji Provia 100

Camera Settings: ISO 400, 1/200 at f/4.5

Year: 2007

Getting There: I grew up backpacking and climbing. I've done it all over the World. It's one of the elements that has shaped me and formed me who I am today. I'm eternally grateful to my dad for giving me the gift of "freedom of the hills". I've spent time in major mountain ranges all over; yet the Eastern Sierra (if you know me, you know this), to me, is the most special of them all. It's where I cut my teeth. Learned survival skills. Grew to know my limits... and my potential. 

The Palisades are the most alpine subrange in the Sierra Nevada and contains some of the Sierra's highest peaks, its largest glacier, and most stunning scenery. And also the most difficult to access, which is partly why I love it. And the best time, is late fall early winter; when you have the entire half-million acres to yourself. 

This photo was taken in late Fall. We set out on our 8 hour, day 1 hike in snow flurries. Pretty intimidating. To arrive here. At the Temple Crag, just as snow really started to fall and the temperature stick. 

What the photo doesn't show you: I love the photo, because I was with my dad and brother. I love doing trips with them. There is no one else on the planet that I trust more and who I have the most fun with. 

I love the photo because I love this area. Few people in America have been here, and yet it's relatively close to civilization. Crazy. 

What it doesn't show you, is that my (good) knee felt like someone had stabbed it with a dull ice pick. We woke the next day with a few feet of snow. My knee was worse. Not good. Not good at all. I couldn't go up and I couldn't go back. 

After taking some heavy pain killer, we pushed on higher sill to the base of the Crag. Only to be forced off by near-blizzard conditions and my knee being on fire. 

We were forced back, tail between our knees. 

But... through it all, we learned more, laughed more, lived more, felt more, loved more. We saw the edge of a season. The end of one and the beginning of another... all to ourselves. Probably my most favorite thing in the World. 

Eventually, through loosing trail, horrible pain, and lots of frustration, we made it back to the high desert below. We ate steak. We drank a few bottles of good wine. I iced my knee for the next day. 

And well... there it is. Get our there damn it. 

Erickson Woodworking | For Sacramento Magazine

A few months ago I headed out about 45 minutes north of Nevada City down a dusty mountain road to find a surprisingly sophisticated workshop. 

Erickson Woodworking is a father-son duo that is designing and crafting some of the most impressive furniture I've ever seen. 

Sit down: The design world is practically littered with high-end chairs that make better sculptures than they do seats. Not Erickson’s chairs. “We want our chairs to be sat in and to be comfortable. It’s an absolute focus of what we do,” he says. “We think we make the most comfortable wood chairs in the world.” 

Museum worthy: Erickson’s pieces are sought after by furniture collectors across the country (the East Coast is a big market for him) as well as world-class museums. His iconic Van Muyden chair is in the permanent collection of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art; his floating back rocker is at the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C. 

The love of it: “I love the craft of building things. At the end of the day, you see your product right before you—that’s a very satisfying process. Also, any time anyone orders something from us, I feel a validation that what we’re doing has some meaning to other people. I get a lot of satisfaction out of that.”

The next generation: Erickson’s son, Tor, recently joined the business, a development that has fueled both Erickson’s imagination and his optimism about the company’s future. “Most people are slowing down at this age, but having Tor in the business has created this new creative burst that’s very exciting,” says the 67-year-old Erickson. “There is a new generation, a new vision.”

Where to buy: Locally, Erickson’s chairs can be seen at Mowen Solinsky Gallery in Nevada City. Buyers can also arrange to visit his workshop north of Nevada City. The custom-made chairs range from $3,000 to $7,000.