Earthquake: 01/17/10

The sick sweet smell of death lies just beneath the smell of diesel, of dirt, of rotting garbage…hiding just around the next corner, waiting to assault me, enter me, show me the face of it’s cruel lesson. We do not know when tragedy will strike…where, when or how. But during this time, this short window of chaos, the true marrow of an individual is shown. The strength and beauty can still be found in mankind joining together here. And this I believe, is how we make sense out of this senseless horrific tragedy.