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  1. Brad Westphal

    Ant City


    By Brad Westphal

    Like an ant in the forest I wandered through the city. It was a giant organism, or a machine too large to take in at a glance. I was one in eighteen million. The city was foreign; it held romance and mysteries of the unknown. I wandered through dark alleys and past dimly lit parlors. There were shopping malls and parks, riverboats and expressways. Through windows there were visions of friends laughing at dinner or gathered around a game of cards. There were sounds of toasting at the dinner table and the clacking shuffle of mahjong tiles. Garish buildings by day were crowned with neon in the dark and new buildings sprouted overnight. There was coal burning, peppers frying and cars honking. The language was so foreign it could have come from outer space. It all mixed together in confusing, chaotic harmony. The city could be exhilarating and exciting but it could also crush you with lonely thoughts.

    I had come for adventure and to dislodge myself from myself. I dug a hole straight through to the other side of the earth hoping to find my other side. In time, the strange became familiar. I forgot how to live anywhere else. It had become my city. I loved the city. I found love in the city. These are photographs of my city.











    About the Photographer:  Brad Westphal, China.

    Brad is a commercial photographer and photography instructor living between Shanghai China and Portland Oregon.


  2. Arwen Kidd

    Greenville: The Lost Oasis


    By Arwen Kidd

    I have heard the city of Greenville, located in southeast Liberia, described as “an oasis”. A place full of booming businesses, where nice houses overlooked the river, and plenty of job opportunities held great promise for locals and expats alike. Supermarkets, nightclubs, running water… They say Greenville had it all.

    Walking along its streets today, this “oasis” is hard to imagine.

    Rusted fire hydrants and crumbling sidewalks are some of the only hints of a once developed past. Near the entrance to the city’s dilapidated sea port, a massive ship lies abandoned, beached on its side – just as it has lain for the past decade, ever since it was sunk during what some Liberians still refer to as their own “World Wars”.

    Back in town, a few small shops provide residents with little more than the basics. Most are manned by children, or the elderly.

    Graffiti is everywhere.

    Yet amidst all the ruin, there are signs of progress. With international companies slowly moving back in, jobs are becoming available once more – the area’s first reliable income since the 1990s. Along the main roads, wooden power poles mark freshly dug holes – the promise of a future filled with light. And on one corner, a Total gas station sits in its final phase of construction – in modern day Liberia, the truest sign that change is on its way.

    At the city’s main photo studio, nestled between two “pioneer houses”, a couple of teenage boys translate the transformations they see around them. “Greenville,” they proclaim, “is coming up”.

    For now, at least, it’s enough to give a person hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, Greenville “the oasis” will one day rise again.

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    About the Photographer: Arwen Kidd, Liberia.

    OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAArwen is a Canadian journalist and documentary filmmaker.

    Since 2005, she have worked with internationally, concentrating largely on projects based in West Africa, as well as Eastern Europe. During this time, Arwen have directed, produced, shot and/or edited more than fifteen films – travelling with my her own equipment and learning to find creative solutions in sometimes challenging situations. She also spent time reporting for a local newspaper in Ghana, helped present a human right radio show in rural Cameroon, served as a multimedia trainer supporting local journalists across Liberia, and was hired as a ghostwriter (co-authoring a novel that took her to three different continents).

    Along with her own projects, she often undertake work for NGOs and produce news and features for various magazines and online sites. To date, her work has appeared in a range of publication, including Global Post, Inter Press Service News Agency (IPS), and World Vision Report among others.

    Twitter: @ArwenKidd


  3. J D Perkins

    The Map is Not the Terrain


    By J D Perkins

    Google Earth has a neat feature where you can look back in time. Satellite images don’t lie, something you can take comfort from. They tell us what man has done on Earth over the years. There are two locations I’m interested in, 31.2252 N 34.1658 E and 32.2714 N 35.1910 E. One I visited in 2005, the other in 2012. Both are now ruins. Both were once part of the Babylonian Empire, then the Roman Empire, the Byzantine Empire, the Abbasid Empire and the Ottoman Empire. Somewhere along the line, there were British, Jordanians, Egyptians and Israelis.

    When I was younger I remember digging holes scientifically, layer by layer, noting artifacts found, and their location. A town would be mentioned in an old text, just one sentence, that was all we knew, until we dug it up. Once there were people, roads, aqueducts, houses, fortifications, cemeteries, and rubbish dumps, just waiting to be dug up.

    When I got into photography, precision became secondary. Shoot first, ask questions later. Looking back at these pictures, they seem like a puzzle. Something happened in 2005, but it’s not in the pictures. The more important question, as to why what happened in 2005 happened, is one that still bothers me. As I get older I realise that photography isn’t always the best tool to talk about politics.

    I recognise some faces, Elazar, Nissan, Uncle Musa and the Sheikh. Even just by putting them all together on the same page, something feels odd about it. But there is something that connects them.

    That makes me feel better.










    About the Photographer: J D Perkins, Israel.

    Born: London 1972
    Languages: English, French, basic Arabic
    Home city: Cairo, Egypt
    Studies: BA Anthropolgy at Queens University Belfast and Photojournalism at LCC

    Publications include:

    The Independent, The Independent Saturday & Sunday magazines, Le Nouvel Observateur, Le Monde, NRC Handelsblad, The Sunday Times (South Africa), British Journal of Photography, Al Quds Al Arabi, Al Ahram, روز ال يوسف , Egypt Today, Black and White, The National (Abu Dhabi), TNT. Various feature film stills and book covers.


    Alexia Foundation scholarship (USA) 2001, NPPA Sports Picture Story (USA) 2002, Commissions East/Arts Council grant 2002, NPPA honorable mention 2005, NPPA Sports Picture Story & Feature Picture Story 2006, Magenta Foundation emerging photographers
    (Canada) 2006.


  4. Ricardo Casal

    2 hours before dark.


    By Ricardo Casal

    2 January 2013. Just a walk around Lisbon in the days of crisis that we run. Welcome to Portugal.

    Big avenue, shopping, walking and the statue of Sto António.

    Classic view now days.

    Couple of beautiful hats without facebooking.

    Description no need.

    Empty stores but big santa welcome’s you.

    Shoe man still there, few left but no one to grease.

    Bus station, christmas discounts and a hell of a cold.

    Nice day for a cruise on my new Kawasaki bike.

    Street library.

    Vespa rules.

    About the Photographer: Ricardo Casal, Portugal.



  5. Probal Rashid

    Faces of Climate Survivors


    By Probal Rashid

    They barely have any hope for their life. No food, no places to live and no work. They hardly can think about their health. Every night of their life starts with a nightmare and ends with the beginning of strive their next day living. They are the people of Bangladesh that devastated by natural disaster like flood and cyclone. The frequency of these natural calamities is increasing day by day due to the cause of climate change that happening rapidly. Bangladesh is one those countries in the world that laying on the brink of climate disaster. The World Disaster Report 2010 revealed that more than 154 million Bangladeshi were affected by natural disasters between 1990 to 2009. The UNDP have further noted that projected sea level rise will directly affect the lives of 35 million people in the coastal areas of Bangladesh by 2050.


    Natural disasters of Bangladesh are creating thousands of climate refugees every year and their numbers are increasing dramatically. Now it becomes the greatest challenge for modern civilization to bring hope to these climate refugees for a better life. My quest of their portraiture belongs to that vision.

    Sarut Ali, age 65, a farmer lives at Tala Upazilla in Satkhira district. He faced several natural calamities like flood, river erosion and cyclone and lost his agricultural land. Since the last five years he has to live every year in rehabilitation camps for 4 to 5 months during the monsoon due to flood water.

    Mariam, age 12, a student of class four in a govt. primary school, lives at Khanpara village in Satkhira district. Every year her school remains closed during the monsoon due to flood water.

    Sultan, age 45, a share-cropper, has got 3 children and lives at Tala Upazilla in Satkhira district. Due to flood water he has taken shelter in the temporarily built house made of bamboo and plastic sheet at the highland areas. Every year he has to live in rehabilitation camps or temporarily built house for 4 to 5 months since the last five years.

    Julhas Sardar, age 60, a farmer lives at Khanpara village in Satkhira district. He has been suffering one disaster after another since 2007. Every year he has to live in rehabilitation camps for 4 to 5 months during the monsoon due to flood water.

    Abeda Khatun, age 60, a mother of five sons, lives at Khan para village in Satkhira district. She has to live every year in rehabilitation camps for 4 to 5 months since the last five years due to flood water.

    Razzak, age 42, a share-cropper, has got only a piece of land as homestead. Every year he has got to repair his house after flooding with borrowed money.

    Muhammad Ali Sardar, age 55, a share-cropper. Every year he has to live in rehabilitation camps or temporarily built house for 4 to 5 months during the monsoon due to flood water.

    Monowara Khatun, age 50, lost her husband during the cyclone Sidr in 2007. Since then she has been in trouble to manage her life with 3 children

    Sabur Sardar, age 52, a share-cropper, lives at Khanpara village in Satkhira district. Due to flood water he has taken shelter in the temporarily built house made of bamboo and plastic sheet at the highland areas. Every year he has to live in rehabilitation camps or temporarily built house for 4 to 5 months since the last five years.

    Fatema, age 22, has a new borne baby of 1 month. She has to leave her habitual home due to mass flooding and living in the rehabilitation camp for the last 3 months.

    About the Photographer: Probal Rashid, Bangladesh.

    Probal Rashid was born in 1979 in Bangladesh. He completed MBA, and later studied photojournalism from Pathshala, The South Asian Media Academy and Institute of Photography. He participated in many workshops under reputed photographers; Raghu Rai, Morten Krogvold, Peter Fryer and others.

    His works have been published in many national and international newspapers and magazines like The Days Japan Magazine, RVA Magazine, The Telegraph, The Focus magazine, The Dateline magazine, The Daily Star, The New Age, The New Nation, The Independent, The Bangkok Post. His photographs exhibited in Bangladesh, Germany, Indonesia, Japan, Thailand, Malaysia, UK and USA.

    He is the recipient of numerous awards for his work including the Days Japan Photojournalism Award, Yonhap International Press Photo Awards, KL International Photo award, FCCT/OnAsia Photojournalism Award, “Zoom-in on Poverty” Global Photo Award, CGAP microfinance photo award, WPGA Annual Pollux Awards, International Year of Biodiversity Award,. The 68th, 71st and 72nd International Photographic Salon of Japan (Ashahi Shimbun) award.


  6. Eugenio Grosso

    Faith in Sicily – St Agata – Catania


    By Eugenio Grosso

    Every year in Catania from the 3rd to 5th of February thousand of people gathered to participate to the procession of St Agata.

    White dressed carrying enormous candles they walk around the city from evening to early morning, following the statute of the Saint, singing screaming and praying to demonstrate their devotion and faith. The heavy statue containing her remains and gifts from the devoted is pulled by people and to be between those is an honor.

    The ritual is survived through time without changes and be part of it means for devoted people to demonstrate their sense of belonging to a place and a culture.

    It is considered one of the main Catholic celebration worldwide for the amount of people participating at it.

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    In the picture the cathedral at the beginning of the celebration

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    In the picture the statue of the Saint

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    In the picture a man is screaming his supplication

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    In the picture a man is screaming his supplication while another one is holding him.

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    About the Photographer: Eugenio Grosso, Italy.

    Born in Sicily, South Italy, in 1984 at the age of 18 he moved to Milan to attend the Academy of Fine Arts of Brera.
    After graduation he started working as a full-time photojournalist, publishing on the main Italian newspapers and magazines.
    Now, after been working for three years he decided to stop his job and enrol for a MA at Westminster University in London.
    His work is focused on Italian affairs, especially from the South, like political economical and social issues.

    Twitter: @eugeniogrosso

  7. Olivier Vin

    Occupy Brussels


    By Olivier Vin

    In 2011, the Indignados* movement took form in Spain and spread out in the world, slowly changing its name by “Occupy” + the name of the city or country.
    I followed some of the events organized by the Indignados in Brussels: marches, protests, actions, police confrontations…
    Here is a small excerpt of these actions.

    * The medias called this movement by Stéphane Hessel’s book “Indignez-vous”.

    A larger edit can be seen at

    Spanish Indignados, some who travelled since Madrid, arrived in Brussels and were congratulated by Belgian Indignados

    During a protest through Brussels. Security of the protest were disguised as clowns, which permit them to tease the police without having troubles

    During another protest, a Indignado stands wearing a cape and a “Guy Fawkes” mask

    A Indignado bearing a panel saying “We only have our chains to loose”

    During a protest in the streets of Brussels

    A policeman putting back the “F” and “I” letters from the Finance Tower in Brussels. During a previous protest some people teared of these two letters, so they drawed and decorated some new letters, but as the police didn’t let them approach, one policeman finally said he would do it himself, which was applauded by the Indignados.

    A girl with a clown nose sit in front of the police near the US embassy

    During a protest, Indignados tried to force the way. The police didn’t agreed with the proposed route but the Indignados tried anyway.

    A Indignado stands and look out at the closed door of Brussels Justice Court, while another one wrote with chalk “Thanks Bilderberg Group!”

    The Indignados were thrown out of the building they were using, so they decided to camp in the Cinquantenaire Park in Brussels. They were eventually pushed out again by the police.

    About the Photographer: Olivier Vin, Belgium.

    Broadly self-taught — after rudiments acquired from my father — I like to seize all moments, exercising my eye and mind to capture those fleeting instants of light and time, which make a photograph.
    To photograph, keeping an amused eye on the world around us, and (re)find beauty in all things.

    I see photography as a gateway to reach out to people, meet them and approach their culture. If I have experienced with different styles of photography, the one that attracts me the most is documentary: social, close to people, be it at home in Belgium, or around the world.

    I am currently working on various projects and as a freelance photographer for Belga Agency in Brussels.

    Twitter: @heimana

  8. Marisa Schwartz

    Rhyme Over Reason


    By Marisa Schwartz

    Ghana is a place where centuries of tradition smash into modernity head on. I’d like to say the two blend seamlessly together, but they don’t. They engage and clash against each other taking on a completely unique, functional-yet-chaotic, combination. Paramount chiefs use iPhones, pastors drive BMWs, and you can purchase anything from herbal medicine to television antennas to toilet paper in traffic.

    This is a place where neighborhood streets are lined with shacks and mansions right next to each other. Shopping malls, fashion boutiques, and electronic shops are springing up all over the place but that kind mask the true essence of the place and its people. The most refined, contemporary international business men frequent traditional priests (“witch doctors”) to secure their success. Democratic politicians spend a lot of time talking and taking bribes while traditional chiefs settle real disputes in communities.

    But the superficiality of the 21st century doesn’t corrupt the real people of Ghana. They are warm-hearted, welcoming, and intuitively curious about the world around them. Ghana is a beautiful place, a model for Africa, which of course has its own issues (evident to anybody that has been to the Tax Registration Authority). I sometimes think that it would be so much more successful without the pretense of global culture and full acceptance of striking, traditional culture that just won’t let itself be suppressed.










    White for victory. Supporters celebrate the closely contested 2012 Presidential election in which John Mahama beat Nana Akufo-Addo.

    About the Photographer: Marisa Schwartz, Ghana.

    Marisa Schwartz is a photographer and media journalist from the United States. She graduated from Parsons School of Design in New York City and has previously worked for renowned National Geographic photographer Steve McCurry.
    Marisa has a passion for traveling, experiencing new cultures, and sharing stories. She recently moved to Accra, Ghana and co-founded Loud Silence Media, an innovative new-media journalism platform for storytelling.



  9. Rodrigo Ordóñez

    The faces of the food crisis in Niger


    By Rodrigo Ordóñez

    Last year, I was working in the Sahel region of West and Central Africa, in charge of communications for the humanitarian organization CARE.

    The food crisis affecting the Sahel in 2012 was a result of several causes including drought, high food prices and regional instability. Every region, every village and every house in Niger attributed their situation to a different combination of reasons, but the result was invariably the same: people didn’t have enough to eat.

    I had the opportunity to talk to families in several regions of Niger, while traveling on my own or when taking journalists to the field. Despite the variety of personal circumstances, certain elements appeared often in people’s stories.

    Life has never been easy for these people. They’ve increasingly got used to enduring what others would consider unbearable. Their ability to eat has been highly dependent on weather and rains since they can remember. Most families have lost children because they couldn’t feed them and they fell ill easily.

    This cycle of poverty has become the ‘new normal’ for them.

    This is also the case for the people I talked to in Saran Maradi, a village in the region of Maradi, southern Niger.

    Last year was harsher than usual, and crops were insufficient to feed their families. They couldn’t afford to buy food in the markets, either, because of the high prices. Only a few people in the village had grain left, but only for planting. Many sold their goats or sheep to buy food, but the prices were low, up to half of the standard price.

    At the time of my visit, CARE was providing income to 61 families in Saran Maradi so they could buy food during what is commonly known as the ‘lean season,’ the gap between the time people run out of food stocks and the next harvest.

    I was interested in knowing more about the impact of this project in the homes, so I talked to women; they are generally the ones who face directly the difficulties to feed their families in times of hardship. I wanted to know what they were eating before and after this project started.

    I also wanted to give this story a different visual approach and try to make viewers across the world relate to these people at a human level. Therefore, I took photographs up close, focusing on details and expressions, and composed family portraits with three elements: mothers or grandmothers, their children or grandchildren, and the food they consume at home.

    Delou, Halima, Maka, Mariama, Sahara and Sakina are mothers and grandmothers between the ages of 25 and 80.

    All combined, they have 41 children, although their families could have been larger. Through the years, these six women have suffered the loss of 24 sons and daughters in total. Sahara Mahama, 40, lost four children; one of them was only 14 days old. “I lost the youngest one during the rains, in the lean season. I didn’t have enough to eat,” she lamented.

    All of them emphasized that this year there wasn’t enough rain, and little to eat. “Two years ago at least there were people who harvested spikes of millet, but this year the crops have been worse because of the drought and the leaf miners,” said Delou Ibrahim, 70.

    Humanitarian support allowed them to feed their families at a critical time.

    “Before this support, I couldn’t; I was eating leaves,” explained Maka Ali, an 80-year-old widow. “Not only can we buy millet and sorghum now, but also corn and condiments,” told Mariama Oumarou, 55.

    “With this support, we get to eat abundantly,” said Halima Abdou, 25. She and the other women I talked to are now able to give their children two daily meals; porridge in the morning and sorghum paste in the evening.

    Portraits of mothers/grandmothers, children/grandchildren, and food (triptychs)
    Clockwise from left: Delou Ibrahim, 70. Her granddaughter Latifa, 8. Delou’s hands hold sorrel leaves, used as a condiment, and grains of sorghum at her home in Saran Maradi, Niger.

    Delou Ibrahim has four children and suffered the loss of nine. She has about 40 grandchildren, 16 of which live with her. “I’ve seen several crises. The famine in 1984 was the hardest. Rains were very weak. The stems of millet came out but the spikes gave no grain — nothing,” she recalls. “Two years ago at least there were people who harvested millet, but this year the crops have been worse because of the drought and the leaf miners.” Delou’s last crop was 30kg, which only provided food for about two days. (Photo: Rodrigo Ordonez)

    Portraits of mothers/grandmothers, children/grandchildren, and food (triptychs)
    Clockwise from left: Sakina Moudi (left), 30, and Halima Abdou, 25. Their children Kassoumou (right), 4, and Massaoudou, 10 months. Sakina takes sorghum out of a sack at her home in Saran Maradi, Niger.

    Halima Abdou has five children. Sakina Moudi has six children and suffered the loss of one. Last year they harvested 40kg of cereal. “It only lasted for five days,” says Sakina. This year they didn’t get any crops. In the periods without food, their husband collects and sells wood to buy yam flour. (Photo: Rodrigo Ordonez)

    Portraits of mothers/grandmothers, children/grandchildren, and food (triptychs)
    Clockwise from left: Maka Ali, 80. Her granddaughter Maria, 10. Maka’s hands hold sorghum at her home in Saran Maradi, Niger.

    Maka Ali has been a widow for twenty years. She has eight children and about twenty grandchildren. She has experienced the loss of six children, four of them at an early age. “I was alone taking care of them, so I cannot say their deaths weren’t related to lack of food,” Maka recalls. (Photo: Rodrigo Ordonez)

    Portraits of mothers/grandmothers, children/grandchildren, and food (triptychs)
    Clockwise from left: Sahara Mahama, 40. Her daughter Mariama, 4. A bucket of millet at Sahara’s home in Saran Maradi, Niger.

    Sahara Mahama has seven sons and a daughter. She lost four other children; one of them was only 14 days old. “I lost the youngest one during the rains, in the lean season. I didn’t have enough to eat.” Eating has become increasingly harder through the years, recalls Sahara. “When I was a kid, we used to have three meals: in the morning, at noon, and in the evening.” However, one meal a day has now become the norm. “It’s never guaranteed, but we try.” (Photo: Rodrigo Ordonez)

    Portraits of mothers/grandmothers, children/grandchildren, and food (triptychs)
    Clockwise from left: Mariama Oumarou, 55. Her granddaughter Rakia, 4. A hand holds grains of corn in Mariama’s home in Saran Maradi, Niger.

    Mariama Oumarou has ten children and three grandchildren. Through the years she has lost four children and two grandchildren. (Photo: Rodrigo Ordonez)

    About the Photographer: Rodrigo Ordóñez, Niger.

    Rodrigo Ordóñez is an independent photographer based in Jakarta, Indonesia. He produces professional-quality images and multimedia in Indonesia, Asia and the world.

    Through his images, Rodrigo seeks to shed light on underreported issues. He applies his field experience and academic training to deliver world-class documentary and editorial stories. His work benefits from his diverse international background in journalism, international affairs, public relations, development and humanitarian aid.

    Rodrigo has worked as a studio assistant for war photographer James Nachtwey (TIME magazine) in New York. In 2006, he attended a workshop with Gary Knight (VII Photo) in Argentina, which resulted in the publication of a book (“Argentina: From the Ruins of a Dirty War”). He holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism (Bilbao, Spain and Worcester, UK) and a master’s degree in international relations from The Fletcher School (Tufts University, USA). Through his career, he has lived in four continents.

    His work has been published in Cambio (Mexico), EFE (Spain), GlobalPost (USA), The Huffington Post (USA), Transit (Japan) and Vice Magazine (USA), among others. His list of NGO clients includes CARE, Mercy Corps, Save the Children and UNICEF.

    Rodrigo is a member of the National Press Photographers Association (NPPA).

    Rodrigo is trilingual in English, French, and Spanish. He speaks and writes intermediate Bahasa Indonesia.

    For more about information about Rodrigo Ordóñez’s photography, visit

    Twitter: @rodrigoordonez

  10. Kazi Riasat Alve

    People around Chittagong Railway Station


    By Kazi Riasat Alve

    Like any other railway stations of Bangladesh, Chittagong Railway Station is not only a place for stopping & starting trains but also a shelter for a homeless people, marketplace for hawkers and even for some peoples a place for taking drugs and crime. This rail station is country’s second busiest railway station as Chittagong is the second largest city of the country and also the most important commercial hub. In this busy station some people find their shelter and livelihood.

    Here people sleep near the railway line, even in the busy platform of the station. Some people has built slum around the rail line as their shelter. But people living in the station and around the station lead a miserable life. Most of them don’t know what to eat during next day, what to wear during cold season as they are living under the poverty line.

    In this ongoing project I tried to portray the life that these people lead. I tried to focus on the roaming people around the station, most of them have no home, most of the roaming children have no parents or their parents do not take care of them and these children lead a very reckless childhood. These children are getting addicted to lethal drugs and within a very early stage of life get involved in crimes to manage money for drugs. Many drug dealers even use these children for trafficking drugs as well.

    Beside these people the working people of the station have struggling life. Many railway workers, laborer do not have a better working condition. My project has covered them as well them as well.

    Two roaming boys of Chittagong Railway Station were playing in the smoke created from burnt straws during winter. Suddenly the smoke got dense and they were trying to escape from the smoke.

    A railway worker was burning down garbage of the station during the clean up period of the station. This could be harmful for the workers and also pollutes environment.

    These boys were taking Marijuana at the station premises. Some drug dealers also use them for trafficking drug and these boys work for the dealers to manage money for their addiction.

    A family living in the temporary slum near the station. Here the old man was passing time with his grandchildren. He could not educate his sons properly because of poverty but he dreams to educate his grandchildren.

    A homeless girl in a scrap rail bogie. She lives in this bogie with her family.

    A mentally disable man was confined in chains in the station premises. Local people chained him because of his activities in the station.

    Many homeless people basically roam railway station to station for begging and other means of livelihood. They travel on the train without tickets. It was just before the departure of the train these people gathered on the train for moving to another station.

    In Bangladesh it is prohibited to smoke cigarettes in public places like railway stations. But a man was having smoke in the busy platform of the station.

    It was very cold weather. A homeless man in the platform covered almost his whole body, except his feet with a torn piece of cloth.

    A homeless man was sleeping just beside the rail line.

    About the Photographer: Kazi Riasat Alve, Bangladesh.

    Kazi Riasat Alve, a self taught photographer based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. He is a business student but his serious passion about photography lead him to become a photographer. His special interest in photography is people, basically he loves to portray the lifestyle of the people around him. Right now he is taking photographs a freelancer but for a few months he contributed in a Vienna based photo agency named Palavra Press. He is also an advisory member of his university’s photography club named Independent Photography Club (IPC) and conducted weekly workshops arranged by the club. His photographs exhibited in Singapore, Australia, India & his home country Bangladesh and he’s received international awards includig Peple & Planet award, Foto4All magazine’s award.

    Twitter: @kazi_riasat