When an earthquake in 2010 left hundreds of thousands of Haitians injured, I did not want to photograph it. Without any ties to Haiti’s history or culture, I felt I didn’t belong.
But then my sister-in-law went. She’s a nurse who commited 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 had found my connection. I wanted to photograph her experience as an outsider figuring out the best way to help without causing harm.