A week after the 2010 earthquake in Haiti, Evelyn posed for me early one morning just outside her home. Crumbling at the edges with large cracks streaking down her walls, Evelyn slept on the dirt with her babies outside her door – fearful of another earthquake bringing the roof down as they slept. I had asked at the time if she was hopeful with all of the relief work taking place in Jacmel. Her answer was starkly simple.. "No I am not confident of anything anymore today or in the future." Out of hope – presenting what appeared to be the spirit of stoicism, was actually a blanketed mix of fear, tears and the spirit – to survive.
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