More Scenes from Tahrir

Tahrir
A woman sleeps beneath revolutionary graffiti on the Mogamma building.

Revolutionary Graffiti, Tahrir Square
I’ve been told the green lettering reads “revolution,” growing out of the red lettering for “martyrs”

Vendor in Tahrir Square

I really have no idea what to say about this particular fashion statement

Sunda Kelapa

Sunda Kelapa
Jakarta’s 800-year-old port. Still a working cargo port, Sunda Kelapa only allows piring, traditional two-masted sailing ships.

Sunda Kelapa
Cargo is still loaded manually. Interestingly (though not terribly surprisingly) most of the workers in the port and on the ships are Bugis — the seafaring ethnic group that earned notoriety in the English language as “Bogeymen.”

Sunda Kelapa
I felt a bit bad actually. Sunda Kelapa is a big tourist attraction (by Jakarta standards, at least), but the people in the harbor have nothing to do with the tourist industry. They’re just putting in a very, very hard day’s work, and have to deal with dozens of cameras trained on them. Granted, this is not their biggest problem, by a long shot. But I still felt like I should hang back much more than I usually would, and it shows in the photos. I’m not too worried though — if I missed anything, I can always buy a post card.
Sunda Kelapa

Still Here

Still in California, Still Alive.
There’s just something about grad school that kills my urge to write.
Ocean Beach
But I’ll be traveling a lot in the upcoming months. A research trip to DC in November, a short family visit to Utah in early December, and then an indefinite relocation to Southeast Asia. So here’s hoping life gets a little more interesting.

Attracting a Crowd

I had a chance to escape from the office for a few hours yesterday and accompany friends from Voice of Human Rights Media to Klender, a kampung in East Jakarta. They were shooting footage for a documentary about efforts to provide kampung youth with basic legal training to protect themselves and their neighbors against police abuses, especially in drug-related arrests. Bringing a video camera onto the street invariably attracts a little bit of attention:

Supervisor

and then a little more:

And then there were two...

and then some more:

...and a few more

(But not, on the whole, as much attention as I attracted when I inadvertently stumbled into a nest of fire ants while trying to get a better angle on a shot. My feet are still stinging and covered in dozens of teeny little welts.)

Things I have learned about myself:

I can write stories.

I can take pictures.

Sometimes, I can even write stories and take pictures simultaneously.

But I can not write stories, take pictures and keep track of a lens cap all at the same time.

(And don’t say ‘just use a UV filter.’  Because then I would just say:  I can not write stories, take pictures and keep a lens reasonably clean all at the same time.)

Day & Night in Jakarta

Gado Gado Lontong

Gado-Gado vendor in BenHil, Jakarta. On a heated stone, he mixes together peanut, citrus, sugar, chili, and your choice of vegetables, rice cakes, tofu and tempeh to make a delicious lunch.

Motos - Rumah Kost

Hallway of a Rumah Kost in Tebet, Jakarta.

Creative Controversy

So, one of my photographs was the lead image on MotherJones.com today. Cool, right? Except they didn’t pay me, ask me, or even notify me. I just followed the incoming link from my flickr account and saw it up there.

Screenshot of MotherJones.com

Legally, they were well within their rights. Mother Jones is a non-profit news organization and I had the picture up under a creative commons license that allows for non-commercial use.

But it still feels juuuust this side of shady. Mother Jones, last time I checked, was still in the habit of paying for content.

This is not the first time something like this has happened, and it makes me really aware of the uncomfortable divide I’m straddling by being someone who believes in the transformative potential of web2.0 and someone who has bills to pay, no day job and few other marketable skills.

I put a lot of my images out under a creative commons license, and some of them get around quite a bit. These three, in particular, mostly on various blogs and NGO reports (that I know about, at least!):
Waterboarding Demonstration
Waterboarding Demonstration, Berkeley, Calif.
Deforestation, near Mong La
Deforestation near the Burmese-Chinese border
Illegal Wildlife Trade
Illegal Wildlife Trade, Mong La, Burma

Waterboarding, deforestation, and the illegal wildlife trade. All significant issues, and I’m genuinely happy that these pictures can play a role in keeping public discussion moving. I keep them out there, available for people to use, and most people are really considerate about it, writing to let me know when they’re using them, checking to see how I want the work attributed. It makes me feel like a contributing member of some sort of global community. When other people are laboring purely out of love, I’m happy to do the same.

I’m resigned to a certain amount of unpaid work while I’m in graduate school. It’s kind of the nature of the exercise. And really, I don’t have much to complain about. I’m here in sunny California on a full ride, with everything from my gear to my rent to my plane tickets to Asia coming out of taxpayers’ pockets. At bare minimum, I think that leaves me with the obligation to be a little bit socially useful.

On the other hand, those pictures represent effort, skill, and risk – particularly the two from Burma. That third picture was shot from the hip in one of the sketchiest border towns on earth, and I very easily could’ve gotten my camera smashed – if not my teeth – for my trouble.

There’s a real reason people expect to be paid for that kind of work. And the minute I feel like somebody else is making a profit at my expense, it puts me on edge. Particularly because of the larger context this is happening in. Publications are popping up left and right, and – fear-mongering aside – there’s still plenty of money being made on the internet. The problem is very little of it is going to the people who are actually out there, boots on the ground, producing content. And by letting people who could afford to pay for photographs use my work for free, I feel like I’m becoming part of the problem. Not only am I not getting paid, but some other photographer also didn’t get an assignment because the art editor just went and pulled something off the internet.

I’m worried that people like me are keeping people like me from making a decent living. But I don’t know what to do about this problem that wouldn’t suck too much life out of the vital people-to-people conversation of the social web.

Thoughts?

p.s. Delicious irony: got this link sent to me while writing this post: Someone Bids $13,000 for Huffington Post Internship

Free Union Activists

Real Estate Tax Collectors office, Embaba, Giza.
Real Estate Tax Collector

Mervat

Embaba Tax Collector's Office

Utah

Utah may be a bit lacking in street life, but you can almost forget when faced with sights like these:

Antelope Island, in the Great Salt Lake, Utah

Antelope Island, in the Great Salt Lake, Utah

Sophia heading off into the moonscape

Sophia heading off into the moonscape

Buffalo on Antelope Island

Buffalo on Antelope Island

Shore of the Great Salt Lake

Shore of the Great Salt Lake

View a flickr slideshow of images from Utah.

*note to self: polarizing filter is great for snow/water/sky scenes, but next time clean it off better/more frequently.*