It’s a wrap. The IFP is over and my friends had left for vacations and other travels. I’ve decided to stay in Jinja for an additional week and pick up on a few other projects while I am here. I figured, if I have the opportunity, I need to take it. As much as I want to come back, I don’t know if I will ever get a chance to return…so I feel like ever project is that much more important.
I cannot wait to go home to see my wife…I’m looking forward to seeing my whole family again. Two and a half months doesn’t seem like that big of a deal when you are always busy. It’s once you stop to take a break you realize just how long it’s been and how hard this trip was on them too. Being here has been amazing, and I feel as if I have a Ugandan family here. Saying goodbye to them will be emotional I’m sure. The thought of saying goodbye makes me miss my family again.
In addition to the thousand plus photos I took, I have many moments and images saved as memories. The combination of positive and negative images has left me with the difficult task of trying to contextualize and explain what I have seen, what I have experienced. The crux will always remain with relativity…without good juxtaposed to bad, the value of happiness will never be understood. Without showing or explaining the darkest moments, some of the lightest will not carry the weight they deserve.
Wether it’s development work, photojournalism or documentary films: there will never be an easy solution to this problem, just the desire to tell the story right and the hope that you actually accomplish that goal.