Mother and daughter comfort each other in grief at the loss of a loving father and devoted husband. The family had survived a terrible twenty day journey on foot in the sweltering bush lands with just the clothes on their backs, fleeing from a brutal civil war in South Sudan. Just three days after reaching the safety of the refugee camp the husband died painfully of an unknown stomach ailment.
Photography Sebastian Rich/All rights reserved.

 

" In all wars I use photography to distance myself from the world of hateful men that I truly loathe. A mental flak jacket if you will ~ I am shamefully addicted to the deep feral nature of war but powerless even with the saddest image able to change its course " Sebastian Rich.

" We photographers are nothing but a pack of crooks, thieves and voyeurs. We are to be found everywhere we are not wanted ~ We betray secrets that were never entrusted to us, we spy shamelessly on things that are not our business ~ And end up the hoarders of a vast quantity of stolen goods " ~ Brassai (Gyula Halász)