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Photo Date:19 Jun 2022(Sun)
Located: St. Nicholas Church,Nottingham,England,UK
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Toni Duarte Freelance Photographer
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Porta Sempione ("Sempione Gate") is a city gate of Milan, Italy. The name "Porta Sempione" is used both to refer to the gate proper and to the surrounding district ("quartiere"), a part of the Zone 1 division (the historic city centre), including the major avenue of Corso Sempione. The gate is marked by a landmark triumphal arch called Arco della Pace ("Arch of Peace"), dating back to the 19th century, although its origins can be traced back to a gate of the Roman walls of Milan.
Angel Villalba Freelance Photographer
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Huella4 Freelance Photographer
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Another month of my 365 compacted into a video. How grand. || Generation ^ Second Floor By: Freelance Whales
A patient in Leprosy hospital in Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.
36 acres Leprosy hospital a picture of neglect
The agony of Gregor Samsa in Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis of being rejected by his loved ones for no fault of his own, but due to a deformity that suddenly emerged out of nowhere, touched the hearts of many. The misery of being an outcast is traumatic in itself and is precisely what many lepers, admitted to the only city government-run leprosy hospital in Manghopir, feel. But their despair has multiplied owing to the dilapidated condition of the hospital building and inefficient management.
Leprosy is a contagious disease. According to the annual report of the Marie Adelaide Leprosy Centre, there are 700 new cases of the disease found annually in Pakistan. “Furthermore, those infected with the bacteria called Mycobacterium leprae, develop signs and symptoms of the disease in 3 to 40 years. It is transmitted from an infected and untreated patient through droplets (mucus), from the nose and mouth,” says a World Health Organisation (WHO) report.
Located in a far-flung area of the city, the leprosy hospital was built in 1896 by a philanthropist, Dr B.L. Roy. However, after being run by various NGOs it was handed over to the now defunct Karachi Municipal Corporation in 1960. There is no prize for guessing what happened to the facility afterwards.
According to the Medical Superintendent (MS), Dr Mohammad Abbasi, 180 patients are under treatment in this healthcare unit. However, this scribe could see not more than 80 to 100 patients at the time of the visit. Currently there are six doctors working at the hospital, out of which two work in the OPD till 1.30pm. The other doctors visit the hospital occasionally but are basically called when there is an emergency. The same is the case with the nurses and ward boys, (there are only two of each) and although they live on the premises, they too leave at 1.30pm.
The statements of the MS about the state of the hospital are quite quizzical. He says that most of the in-house patients have been cured and are staying there as they have no other place to go. He also claims that the majority of the lepers came when MDT was not introduced (before 1985) by the WHO, as earlier the disease was considered incurable. Nonetheless, when this reporter mentioned that a patient had been living there for not more than six years, he had no answer.
Thirty-six acres of the hospice’s land have been encroached upon and the administration says that they cannot do much about it. The hospital, which appears quite presentable whenever high-ups of the government have to visit it, in reality has a suffocating environment.
Walls in the ward have cracks running through them and paint flakes off due to dampness. When there is an electricity breakdown patients are seen lying on the floor to beat the heat. Bed sheets and pillows are stained and it seems that they haven’t been changed in ages. In addition to this, the patients have to wash their clothes themselves, while they have no access to recreation facilities.
Proper medicines are not visible on the bedside table. Instead, one can see cooking utensils as the patients have to cook their own food, as there are no cooks in the hospital. It is simply horrific to even imagine what will happen if any of the patients injures or burns themselves while cooking.
But the management seems to be in no particular hurry to appoint cooks. The MS maintains two reasons for this. “The old cooks have retired and the city government has to allow (us) to appoint new ones,” he says, adding that the other reason is that “no one wishes to work among lepers.”
The city government has sanctioned 100 employees, but the administration says they only have 80 people working for them. Forty patients are also employed as gardeners, gatekeepers, watchman etc. Though 30 of them draw their salary from the city government, the remainder are paid by some NGOs.
It is worth pondering whether these men and women, who have lost parts of their hands and feet to leprosy, can perform the job, for example, of a watchman satisfactorily? A recent incident quite clearly illustrates the pathetic situation.
A few men from the nearby colony entered the hospital, as there is no significant boundary wall to stop anyone, and proceeded to beat and rob one of the patients. The watchman tried, to the best of his ability, to stop the intruders but couldn’t do much. Dr Abbasi himself admits that he was helpless to prevent the incident.
On one hand the authorities claim they have no money to improve the conditions of the hospital. However, the administration has spent millions on the construction of a molecular laboratory, tuberculosis centre and dental healthcare unit. Then why are funds not being allocated for the uplift of this facility?
It is not difficult to understand why these patients are forced to live there. Abandoned by their families, they have no other place to go. Some of the women even have their children with them in the hospital. Male patients voice their concerns about food. It seems that they want to complain about other things as well, but the presence of the MS prevents them from doing so. However, the female patients are more careful in this respect and say that they do not have any complaints.
Talking to these patients, one senses an air of melancholy about them. Not being accepted by society they are confined to the hospital, while the attitude of their relatives has shattered them. Thirty-eight-year-old Najibur Rehman has been living in the hospital since he was a young boy. His family found out about him being infected with the disease when he was 9. They tried to have him treated by various hakims and doctors, but it was all in vain. His mother, brother and family visit him once in a while.
On the other hand Anwer Hussain says that he hates his family. When asked why, he says that “when I was diagnosed with leprosy, my mother did not come close to me.” He adds that “not even my dad or brothers bothered to come and see me.” He also criticises the hospital administration for not taking care of the patients. All the patients agree when he says that the hospital gives one piece of bread per meal, which is not enough for them.
Hailing from Chitral, Mirsawat, 70, sits on the floor of the hospital. He lost half of his foot and both of his eyes due to this bacterium. He doesn’t know what has happened to his family as he has not been in touch with them for ages. In fact, he has also lost track of the time when he first came here. He used to work as a street vendor in a nearby area and when he was diagnosed with leprosy, he moved to the hospital.
The situation in the female ward is no different. Bibi Khatoon, 70, sitting on the edge of her bed complains about the poor provision of electricity to the hospital. She reveals that she had to come here as most of her family lives in India. “After my husband died some years ago, I was left with no option,” she says. As she has no children of her own, her brother-in-law’s kids, living in Karachi, visit her. She very innocently says that her nieces and nephews do love her, “but they never take me home and therefore, I no longer insist.”
Sara, 30, had to leave her infant girl in Afghanistan seven years ago. She still remembers how her daughter looked like then. She says that the clothes she and the others wear are donated by charities. She thinks it is best for her to stay in the hospital so as to not infect any others with the disease.
It seems extremely unfair for these patients to suffer further due to the incompetence and neglect of the hospital staff. The city government should try to improve the living standard of these people. If they are cured, they should be shifted to a place where they can settle down and rejoin the fabric of society.
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The Green Heron that flew up and almost landed on top of me wasn't my only encounter with them on that day!! Not only did I come across a few more but they were very cooperative and all willing to do a bit of posing!! This is another of my little green buddies that I found doing a bit of spear fishing on Armand Bayou!
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This just describes my mood right now. That's all.
As a freelance writer, I'm always terrified of how new clients will react to my work.
However, lately, I've been getting some amazing feedback. It's the reason for my happy face right now.
Like they say, the customer is always right. :) And it certainly makes working a much more pleasurable experience when the market is reacting kindly to what you produce.
I'm sure many of you photogs know exactly what I'm talking about right now. Cheers.
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In the years after the Great War, aces were often hired to protect air freight and skyliners from sky pirates. Such pilots were called freelancers. Captain Betty Redwing was one of the most successful freelancers - racking up a total of 54 downed planes in 8 years. Her popularity grew until she became a major celebrity. Her plane of choice was the D-61 Gryphon, here painted in Betty's own personal livery.
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High Street, Cardiff (Caerdydd), Wales (Cymru), United Kingdom, on Saturday 17th of June 2023.
About the photograph.
The photograph was taken on High Street, roughly near to St Mary Street.
This maybe about 10 to 15 minutes after the start of the Pride parade, and still somewhere in the front section of the parade.
This guy is one of the handful of drummers on the march, with the Pride parade, I cropped the photo to give it a closer feel to him.
I figure to covert the photo, in Adobe Lightroom, into black and white, for a more photojournalism feels to it, and used Adobe Photoshop to crop it closer.
This was my second Pride photography, having done the Bristol Pride the year before, and my fourth photojournalism kind of photography. I was simply being an unpaid freelance photographer, taking the photos in order to build up experience and portfolio.
That day was a very hot sunny day, the parade was about one mile in length, and for those taking part in the parade, it would take them only about an hour to complete the journey. It took me about two hours, considering I often went back and forth along the parade looking for good shots.
At the end, I got myself a massive sunburn, but don’t worry, I learnt my lessons, on the next similar photography missions, I use sun cream.
About the event.
Pride Cymru was previously called Cardiff Mardi Gras when it was formed in September 1999. It held annual festival in Bute Park. It became a registered charity in 2010, and starting from 2012, they held a parade through the city centre.
In 2014, Cardiff Mardi Gras was renamed to Pride Cymru, and had operated under the new name ever since the change of name.
Pride Cymru is in reality a weekend event, often called Pride Cymru Big Weekend, and attracts up to 50,000 people over the three days, with Saturdays having the parade through the city centre.
The route for the parade is approximately about more or less one mile in length, and would take anyone approximately up to an hour to complete the route.
Because I was doing photojournalism, trying to find interesting shots, therefore I often sometimes walk back and forth, up and down the parade, so it would take me about a couple of hours to do the photo-shoot.
That day was a very hot and strong sunny day, and I some sunburn.
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a freelance illustration about twitter going mainstream. my credit should have been @ohmgee. =) client: the national in abu dhabi.
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