Sunday, November 30, 2008

Got religion?




When I was in Tonga, I went to seven hours of worship services visiting various congregations and buildings. Worship is very important in the Tongan culture. On Sunday all businesses shut down and meeting houses are full throughout the day. Everywhere I went I was accepted with open arms and warm smiles.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Sisters


One bright morning after the rain had cleared, these women were about the yard doing their daily laundry as I walked by. All three had young children and graciously let me photograph them. As I was taking their pictures a young girl came out of one the humble homes that were gathered on the property and started to head to school. I inquired if I could take her picture as well. She agreed. The contrast between the women and girl was startling. There she was clean face, perfectly braided hair with a beautifully pressed school uniform. She was like the white dress that fluttered in the wind next to the worn clothes on their line, innocent, fresh, and full of possibilities.



Thursday, November 27, 2008

Gratitude


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Palangi Goes Swimming



For the record, the Palangi is me.
It is the Tongan for word for someone who is white, of European descent to be more accurate. The young girl in the last image has albinism. I was the only palangi on the scene that day (and most others as well).
"Da Palnagi wanna go swimmin eh?"
That's what I heard a young boy yell out to me my first day I was in Tonga as I was down by the wharf watching the kids swim in the afternoon sun. Everyone seemed to think this remark was particularly hilarious. One thing I learned quickly in Tonga was that people will laugh at you, often and openly, especially as a "palangi". So when the boy from the water called this out, I simply hollered back, "Yeah, da Palangi wanna go swimmin!" I snapped a picture, shrugged off my backpack and camera, and jumped in, clothes on. We laughed...together, hard.

I didn't need to speak Tongan to know they were saying to one another,
"She's not really going to get in in she?"
They were surprised that not only did I join them, but I could swim quite well by their standards. This incident would precede me in a number of locations on Tongatapu.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Fisherman's Son



This boy.

He sails through my dreams.

I close my eyes and see only him over and over again.

During my stay in Tonga, my computer was barely functioning so I wasn't able to review most of the pictures I was taking each day. Imagine my surprise when I found I had photographed this young boy on three different occasions.

And now that I am so far away I find myself looking through his pictures over and over again to see if I captured the spirit of this elusive elf. He seems so small in this picture and I feel so far way from that rainy day on the beach when I sat to watch him and his sister play while his father fished. Looking at him as he dances and leaps through my frames, I feel a unique kinship with him. He was the only young child who ignored me as he played. All the other children would approach me once they noticed me and pose for me, quite willingly, for a good amount of time. If I parked myself, hoping they would continue on with their activities, they assumed I stayed because I needed more pictures so they would generously invite their friends, siblings, and neighbors to have their picture taken as well. They'd even offer suggestions, in quite good English, of what other kinds of pictures I should take. From the teenage boys, I usually heard "Hey Palangi!" followed by some stunt, jump, or pose that look like it belonged on a rap album. I can't tell you how many fabulous pictures I have of boys jumping into the water and posturing with what looks like to this palangi, gang hand signs (ok, maybe I can, 800-1,000).
But this young boy seemed to know what I wanted and needed as a photographer. As his sister stopped her playing and smiled for me, he motioned for her to keep playing. As she turned to dash away, he shot me a quick smile of understanding over his shoulder and then completely ignored me for the next half hour . They ran about the beach continuing their endless game of tag as I sat and photographed them. It was only that as I was leaving that I approached them for a closer shot. I look into his eyes and can't help but wonder if our lives will not cross again. If I came away from Tonga with only his pictures, I would have left a happy woman.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Project Give

The following is a sentimental Christmas story that has no pictures. It also mentions God. So if don't want to read anything that's going make you feel all warm and fuzzy and think about all the blessings you have in your life, skip it.

Six years ago I was teaching elementary students in a day treatment program. Working with students who came from very disadvantaged backgrounds gave me a new perspective of the many blessings I had in my life. As the holidays approached, I felt overwhelmed by the onslaught of the annual holiday consumerism. It felt so incongruent to what I was taught what Christmas was meant to celebrate.

My little class of twelve students had been talking about giving to our communities and I thought it would be a great idea to find a project for them to get involved in. We decided as a class to do a coat drive to help those in need. It would be our way of "giving back." We mapped a plan together. The students chose to call it "Coats for Kids." We would make flyers and take them home to our families and distribute them about the small school. I asked them how many coats we should we try to collect. One student suggested we collect 12 coats, another suggested 6, and then a kindergartner in the first row piped up, "I think we should do 634". I took a deep breath. Many of these kids would be on the receiving end for local charities themselves. How could we possibly get together 634 coats? I suggested we take a moment, think about the number in our hearts, and then vote on the number of coats we should work for. I was hoping this would the kids a chance to really reflect on what we could do. I wanted it to be their choice, it was after all their project. We then voted. We had a few votes for 12 coats and then the students felt bold enough to propose 37 coats. This inspired the kindergartner to raise up of of his chair turn to the class and plead with his toothless lisp, "Ms. Walker has told us we can do anything we want if we work hard enough. I know if we work together, we can do this."

In two sentences this young five year old had presented an argument with which no one could disagree, including myself. All the students voted for the number 634. The kids were so confident we would get bag loads of coats, I realized that given their circumstances, this was not likely. These kids all had come from very difficult backgrounds often headed by single mothers who had financial difficulties. Most students were survivors of physical and sexual abuse. They had learning challenges, behavioral challenges, and emotional challenges. In fact some days, it felt as if there were no areas of their young lives that hadn't been challenged. There was no other class in the district I would rather have been teaching. That night after I had put my own children to bed, I knelt and offered a simple but heartfelt prayer with tears in my eyes, "Lord, please give these kids something to believe in. Please help us make our goal."

My confidence was nothing like that of the kids. We would count the items in the donation box first thing each morning. They were thrilled when two coats were in the box. "We're almost there!", my kindergartner would yell out. We had two students that everyday managed to slip their own coat in, despite the cold weather. Our flyers went to other classes, staff, and faculty but the items in the box remained few. I continued to pray. My sweet husband and I would wrap up our small children each night and pass out our class flyers to neighbors, family, friends, and those from church asking for their help to pitch in. Still our class had little to show for all our work. I can't tell you the desperation I felt the kids continued to demonstrate complete faith in our goal. But I wondered to myself, what I would tell my students when we fell so short. My family increased our prayers. Suddnely as the final days counted down, the coats flooded in. These children whose families had so little gave so much. People from school, family, friends, neighbors, church members, and complete strangers responded to our flyers. When the deadline came, our class tallied over 1,000 winter items. All of which was due to a little boy who believed and those who wanted to share. Not only was my prayer for my class answered, but a five year old's vision was realized and many bodies that were cold that winter felt relief. One of the students did choose to give his own coat, against my wishes but with his mother's support. Under his tree that year he found a new coat donated by some anonymous giver. Words cannot express how special that Christmas was to our family. That experience has been a poignant reminder of how the service we choose answers the prayers of others in so many ways.

For the last five years our family has continued the tradition of a clothing drive with our friends and neighbors in the Ranches for the local shelters. We collect warm winter clothing, shoes, household items, such as dishes and sheets. The items we gather will go to a number of places including Catholic Community Services. They will benefit those who are homeless, immigrant families and victims of domestic violence who are working to build new lives. This service project is for anyone who wants to help out and make a difference in the lives of others.

We invite you to join us at our open house this Monday at 7pm at 1983 West Ranch Road in Farmington. We'll have good food with friends and some great music. Since I've been out of town, our neighbors have kindly offered to take the reins and hold the event at their home. A huge thank you to Jason and Jen. The kids in my Sunday School class have worked together to design and pass out flyers. So thank you to Karson, Shalisse, Brady, Kami, Corrine, and Weston. They are also working with kids from their schools to gather items. I just have to say they are some of my favorite teenagers ever. After December 1st, items can be dropped off at my house until December 20th. We actually collect items year round, so be thinking of us in the future:)

The Tonga Travel Log was delayed due to lack of technical support. I'll just say it was AMAZING! The adventure begins tomorrow. Stay tuned!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Our little family


This is my fabulous little family.
They have been so supportive and loving for the last few weeks as I've been preparing for this adventure to Tonga. I'm being sponsored by a company that is interested in developing renewable energy technology in the islands. I'll go to document the land and the people. Pretty amazing actually. As I prepare to go, I look at these faces I love so much and ask myself, "What more could I ask for?"

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Peace Core Care Package



I'm putting together a care package for the Peace Core Volunteers in Tonga and when I told some friends they said, "Oh, we want to help too!" So if you want to pitch in, we'd love to have extra help. Many volunteers work in remote areas where teaching supplies are scarce so any stickers, pencils, markers, and educational software would be great. On the personal side teas of any kind, and spices would be a huge treat for them. It's so amazing how little things can mean so much:)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

November 4



Did you vote today?

Monday, November 3, 2008

New news


My web site is up and running (still touching up the graphics).
A HUGE thank you to Heather Barnum for designing such a great logo! http://www.marcelwalker.us/

I also uploaded this cool gadget (see the map to your right) that shows the area where people are visiting this blog are from. Pretty cool beans!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Buffalo Ranch






There are few places on this earth that I love as much as Buffalo Ranch. For the last five years these horses, my neighbors, have filled my horizon with countless breathtaking sights. Unfortunately, the Ranch is moving operations and the horses will soon leave. The owners graciously allowed me access to shoot on the property. The horses, however, had other ideas. I was simply too much of a curiosity to be left alone. They nibbled my hair, my camera strap, and would have munched on my lens if I had let them. One mare took a personal interest in me, constant nuzzling me, and insisted on corralling me while refusing to let the other horses come close. She was rather vigilant in her task so getting some shots was quite a bit trickier than I had imagined. It was a poinant reminder that good portriature takes a partnership of sorts, a mutual agreement perhaps. I found myself reluctant to leave.