It is official…our first Philadelphia heat wave of the season. The air conditioning is running at maximum. Hoses are stretched out with water running freely. Showering becomes something done throughout the day with clothes then tossed right into the washing machine…but about 6 weeks ago, that wasn’t the case. The temperature was in the high 90’s and I was back in Honduras photographing at a truly wonderful orphanage there: Amigos De Jesus..
I came down one morning to find a mother and her daughter hand washing everyone’s clothes (there are almost 100 children here!). While this was going on, three boys were filling bucket after bucket and carrying them to an empty pool. It took hours for the water to reach an acceptable level. I was so amazed at how they never stopped or complained. They were on a mission and the mission was fun in the sun and they were going to make it happen. When all was said and done, I just loved watching them totally enjoying the water…they were children not walking the streets, but children jumping every which way and swimming away the hours. Moments like these are those true “grace notes”, putting so much in perspective. Water has taken on a whole new meaning for me.