365 from the archive~ day 16~ Congo
Some images print themselves in our minds and on our hearts because they affect us beyond the surface of visual impression. They go deep, they etch a mark on our soul...
If you were to ask me what moment in my journey to Congo was the most
haunting, I would say this one when I took this photograph. This child
was one of the youngest in the center for demobilized child soldiers.
He never spoke, he just stood there and let his eyes that stared
without blinking, the scar on his chin and his cloud of melancholy
speak for him. His gaze was steady, his look far but near, his mind
unreadable. It was a child who spent far too much time in the
playground of the lords of war and cruelty.