Archive - Nov 12, 2008

Hiroshima: The Lost Photographs

Hiroshima: The United States Strategic Bombing Survey Archive, 1945, International Center of Photography, Purchase, with funds provided by the ICP Acquisitions Committee, 2006

One rainy night eight years ago, in Watertown, Massachusetts, a man was taking his dog for a walk. On the curb, in front of a neighbor's house, he spotted a pile of trash: old mattresses, cardboard boxes, a few broken lamps. Amidst the garbage he caught sight of a battered suitcase. He bent down, turned the case on its side and popped the clasps.

He was surprised to discover that the suitcase was full of black-and-white photographs. He was even more astonished by their subject matter: devastated buildings, twisted girders, broken bridges - snapshots from an annihilated city. He quickly closed the case and made his way back home.

Bolivia's Witches' Market: Llama Foetuses and Dried Armadillos

one of the most bizarre street markets in South America. Located in the world's highest capital at 11,200 feet (3,400 meters), La Paz, the market over Calle Linares hosts a crowded line of unusual stores where witches, medicine women, folk doctors, astrologers, fortunetellers, and sorcerers live and work.

From Llama fetuses for prosperity, to toad talismans, owl feathers and stone amulets; meet Bolivia's Witches' Market.

Why Did You Have To Leave?

The tears wouldn't stop
When I heard the news.
The pain filled my soul
As you slipped away.

Why did you have to leave?
Why couldn't you stay just a little longer?
I asked God why
But the answer never came.

I prayed you would come back
But I knew you wouldn't.
Why did you have to leave?
Why couldn't your heart get better?

The hurt beat like a drum
When you went to heaven.