When an earthquake in 2010 left hundreds of thousands of Haitians injured, I did not want to photograph it. I knew other photographers would swarm the small country, and without any ties to Haiti’s history or culture, I knew I didn’t belong there.
My sister-in-law went first. She’s a nurse who signed up to live there for a year, working to fix broken bones and heal infections. Her stories about practicing medicine amidst chaos were what convinced me to go. I wanted to photograph her experience as an outsider figuring out the best way to help.