Andrii is holding the dog close to his chest. We are calling him Andrii to protect his privacy. We do not know if the dog belonged to him, a neighbor, or a family forced to run. But we can see what happened in this moment. Smoke is rising behind them. A car is flipped...
Oleksandr sits on his new electric scooter with one hand resting on the handle. He is wearing camouflage pants and a plain tan shirt. His face is calm, but serious. Behind him, trees line the paved path. In front of him is something simple, practical, and deeply...
Kateryna is standing in her doorway beside a bright orange Jackery box and a small portable cooktop. Behind her is the dark inside of her home. Beside her is the kind of help that does not look dramatic until you understand what it means. A way to cook. A way to...
Sofia stands on the side of a wet road with two loaves of bread in her arms. Her pink hood is pulled up around her face. Her green sweater is bright against the gray day. Her small hands hold the bread carefully, one loaf in each arm. And she is smiling. We are using...
Nadiia stands in the line with her coat pulled tight and a scarf wrapped around her head. She is surrounded by people who came for the same reason. Older neighbors. Parents. Children. People holding bags in their hands, waiting for their turn at the truck. They are...
