The Gujarat Earthquake was a terrible tragedy. I photographed the aftermath and the aftershocks.
I arrived at the epicenter the day after the first earthquake. Over a period of a week, I tried to document
the damage and the incredible, indefatigueable, spirit of the people of Gujarat.
A few days after the primary quake, my hotel collapsed around me in an aftershock. I woke up to the feeling of
liquid beneath me as the floors fell through and the walls collapsed. Strangely, I survived.
Reaching for my cell phone, I called a friend just to connect with someone, somewhere safe. It was
all I could think of doing as I wondered, what next.
Those of us who lived, we gathered outside what was left of the hotel, had a cup of coffee and
considered whether any of this meant anything at all.