Daniel Reaser
Forsaken
Camera: Canon Rebel XSI
Lens: ef-s 18-55mm
Shot with natural light.
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This is the face of Infiernillo, the most poverty stricken district in Mazatlan Mexico. Infiernillo is a large squatters camp where houses are no more than wooden frames wrapped in tar soaked card board and scrap plastic. There is no plumbing and only a select few are lucky enough to have a light bulb to light their huts at night. Infiernillo means "Little Hell", an appropriate name for the place, as much of what you find there is of the most unpleasant and repulsive nature. This place is infested with every plague imaginable, fleas, ticks, lice, mice, rats and mosquitos. Even some diseases that supposedly have long been irradiated still exists in this place.
The one light that shines ever so brightly in the place of darkness is the children. Even in the poorest conditions the children of Infiernillo represent a hope for their families. Poverty means little to a young child. Even in poor conditions children find happiness and joy in the company of of other joyful souls engaged in the wonders of childhood.
Even as a beacon of hope that shines ever so brightly, the children dangle by the most delicate thread that at any moment could break sending them plundering into the darkness. Life is delicate, and this is no more true than for the children of Infiernillo. The squatters camp is situated literally on the edge of a highway, which is like a death trap for any young child. Many of the children of Infiernillo never make it past the age of 8, on the account of this concert monster that never sleeps. Even more horrifying to some children than the risk of geting run over is the even of watching their fiend or sibling fall prey to the lifeless road.
Even through all this, the children of Infiernillo shine as a light in a place of darkness, and hope that one day they can be free.
This is Bartito. In this photo he is three years old. Bartito was raised by his eight year old brother until the age of two and a half, when his brother drowned. At this time he was essentially left to care for himself at the age of three and a half, as both his parents are drug addicts and his father is an alcoholic. Bartito could commonly be seen on the street, filthy and half clothed, fending for himself. Every time we would visit the squatters camp, all the children would come running and creaming to greet us, but none more than Bartito. Bartito craved attention and even the smalest signs of love set his face off in a huge smile. any love and attention you could spare, he would soak up like a dry sponge.
At the age of five, Bartito was run over while riding his bicycle on the street. Though not killed, he suffered injuries that will last his whole life, adding part of him to the toll this place has taken on the children.
I know Bartito will always remember me, and i will always remember him for the smiling wild child he was.
Forsaken
Camera: Canon Rebel XSI
Lens: ef-s 18-55mm
Shot with natural light.
This photo is also seen on : DanielReaserPhotography | Portraits
This photo is also seen on : 500px
Follow me on: Twitter
This is the face of Infiernillo, the most poverty stricken district in Mazatlan Mexico. Infiernillo is a large squatters camp where houses are no more than wooden frames wrapped in tar soaked card board and scrap plastic. There is no plumbing and only a select few are lucky enough to have a light bulb to light their huts at night. Infiernillo means "Little Hell", an appropriate name for the place, as much of what you find there is of the most unpleasant and repulsive nature. This place is infested with every plague imaginable, fleas, ticks, lice, mice, rats and mosquitos. Even some diseases that supposedly have long been irradiated still exists in this place.
The one light that shines ever so brightly in the place of darkness is the children. Even in the poorest conditions the children of Infiernillo represent a hope for their families. Poverty means little to a young child. Even in poor conditions children find happiness and joy in the company of of other joyful souls engaged in the wonders of childhood.
Even as a beacon of hope that shines ever so brightly, the children dangle by the most delicate thread that at any moment could break sending them plundering into the darkness. Life is delicate, and this is no more true than for the children of Infiernillo. The squatters camp is situated literally on the edge of a highway, which is like a death trap for any young child. Many of the children of Infiernillo never make it past the age of 8, on the account of this concert monster that never sleeps. Even more horrifying to some children than the risk of geting run over is the even of watching their fiend or sibling fall prey to the lifeless road.
Even through all this, the children of Infiernillo shine as a light in a place of darkness, and hope that one day they can be free.
This is Bartito. In this photo he is three years old. Bartito was raised by his eight year old brother until the age of two and a half, when his brother drowned. At this time he was essentially left to care for himself at the age of three and a half, as both his parents are drug addicts and his father is an alcoholic. Bartito could commonly be seen on the street, filthy and half clothed, fending for himself. Every time we would visit the squatters camp, all the children would come running and creaming to greet us, but none more than Bartito. Bartito craved attention and even the smalest signs of love set his face off in a huge smile. any love and attention you could spare, he would soak up like a dry sponge.
At the age of five, Bartito was run over while riding his bicycle on the street. Though not killed, he suffered injuries that will last his whole life, adding part of him to the toll this place has taken on the children.
I know Bartito will always remember me, and i will always remember him for the smiling wild child he was.