Laundry Day
Lake Nicaragua
©trryan November 2008
Holding Up Half the Sky








The road to Nicaragua was born in the highlands of central Mexico two years ago in a private class with National Geographic photographer Raul Tuzon sponsored by Santa Fe Workshops. From that encounter - an invitation was extended by Santa Fe photojournalist Susan Boe to join a private photographer's donor tour designed to explore some of the incredible humanitarian organizations waging the war against poverty in Latin America's poorest country.
Susan Boe and I were joined in Nicaragua by other extremely talented Santa Fe photographers including Morgan Smith, journalist and former Colorado congressman, and Judith Cooper Hayden, celebrated photographer of the definitive photographic design and travel tome "Oaxaca - The Spirit of Mexico". I don't think any of us, all wizened world travelers, were prepared for how quickly we would lose our hearts and souls to the captivating beauty of both the land and people of Nicaragua. Never in all my travels have I seen such resilient courage and uncomplicated joy flower so beautifully from the muck and mire of such desperate circumstances.
Our trip that week not only wove through rural and urban barrios but also in and out of some of the country's vast geography of mountains, volcanoes, forests and wetlands.
Nicaragua enjoys a biodiversity nearly unmatched around the world and very little of it is truly protected. It was in that context, within this harsh juxtaposition of impoverished humans and stunning landscape that I finally understood the inexorable link between poverty and the loss of biodiversity. Conservation cannot and will not happen until the issues of poverty are addressed and alleviated.

I know most of you can't make the gallery opening in Santa Fe this Friday. But I encourage you to follow the links to Empowerment International and see first hand the amazing work of Kathy Adams and her team. And come meet these special people from the barrios who's enduring human spirit rises from this once voiceless, powerless place - carved out of obscene oppression and the abysmal failures of democracy and politics.



And last, but definitely not least - a shout out to the Nature Bloggers who inspires us every day with pen and camera to love, cherish and respect our little corners of the world.
But travel is paradox and the stories the intrepid traveler returns with do fail if they do not remind us that our journeys cannot transcend our very human world. My travels this past year were no exception - the heartbreak of poverty was everywhere -- so too the preponderance of human greed -- and from time to time I shuddered with raw grief at what seemed a cruel and careless world. Traveling is about learning to see - and every languid smile of a hungry human and every slash and burn mark through a once fecund forest empowers my every step to walk this world with greater purpose and reminds me that travel is indeed transformative.



In September, in Oklahoma, a river runs through it...
and blogger-buddy road trips to southern Oklahoma with the Motmot, who I met right here at the Faraway, Nearby in 2008, rank high atop the highlight list. The geographical complexity of Oklahoma, with landscapes in eleven life zones - sweeping prairies, cross-timbered hills, pine-covered mountains and miles of shoreline -- ensures that adventurous travel will always be possible even in the most daunting of economic times.
The stark geographical beauty of Albania was often overwhelming -- its deserted beauty and lack of sun seeking tourists was a welcome contrast to the usual maddening crowds of the Mediterranean.
The subtle beauty of Siberia was as intoxicating as the crisp, clear, smooth vodka served at every meal.
Lake Baikal is the deepest lake in the world and contains twenty percent of the entire earth's fresh water. The spirit of place is personified by the unique complexity of Baikal.
Perhaps the greatest travel moment of the year: an unexpected midnight ride, by the light of a bright, corpulent October moon, to the Buryat Kingdom of Siberia to meet the crown shaman of Lake Baikal. She is just one of many healers of water that I would come in contact with during my travels this fall. She has an uncommon grace and beauty similar to her ancestral cousin, the Dalai Lama. I will treasure or new-found friendship and the wisdom she passed on to me for a long time to come.
Nicaragua is indisputably one of the most impoverished countries in the world. In November, at the invitation of a friend, I joined a group of photographers there -- coming together on behalf of Empowerment International -- with the hopes of being able to make a difference in a child's life through the persuasive power of the lens. The experience was profound and the spirit of these people is personified in a rare and remarkable grace, the likes of which I'm not sure I've seen before. It's mind-boggling when one finally comes to fully understand how much can be learned from people who seem to have so little - but therein lies one of the greatest gifts of travel.
The spirit of place and the people here is indomitable.
And the astounding beauty of Nicaragua is not only expressed in the eyes of its people -- but also by the texture and color of everyday life.
December skies...
and open roads...
always brings me back home.