Haiti Earthquake and Culture in Photographs

Haiti Earthquake and Culture in Photographs by Nate Howard

Haiti Earthquake and Culture in Photographs by Nate Howard

Haiti in Photographs

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Haiti in Photographs

Haiti Earthquake and Culture in Photographs

Haiti Earthquake and Culture in Photographs by Nate Howard
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Haiti in Photographs

Nate Howard Bound for Haiti Jan. 18 to 26 to photograph Rescue Children Orphanage in Santo, Haiti.

Nate Howard Bound for Haiti Jan. 18 to 26 to photograph Rescue Children Orphanage in Santo, Haiti. http://rescuechildren.org/
Rescue Children

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Nate Howard Bound for Haiti Jan. 18 to 26 to photograph Rescue Children Orphanage in Santo, Haiti.

Nate Howard Bound for Haiti Jan. 18 to 26 to photograph Rescue Children Orphanage in Santo, Haiti. http://rescuechildren.org/
Rescue Children

Manitoba, Canada by Motorcycle

View Motorcycle, Canada Manitoba in a larger map

May 29 to June 6.

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Manitoba, Canada by Motorcycle

View Motorcycle, Canada Manitoba in a larger map
May 29 to June 6.

When I Got to Go

January might be Chicago.
June to Manitoba.
August is Mexico.
But most important is Canada.
Where the pavement ends
And gravel roads reveal
How to heal.
When the ailment is a mystery.
And caution opens the throttle
to let me be me.

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Nobody Knows Me

I'll give blood to the nurse
I'll let them know
what's in my purse.
It's got my medicine.
Nice tits nurse.
It reveals my sin.
Battle and bombs.
And the steel guitar strums.
To stars and snow storms.

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Old Poetry

January 11, 1998

Two beers on an empty stomach

Two beers on an empty stomach
has me singing, stretched out in the hammock.

Next to the stream and under the trees
listening to the wind shaking the leaves.

Looking high into a blue sky
No need to worry, no need to ask why.

Beauty in and all around
A birds song fills the air and the rushing waters sound.

But when I awake, I brush off the flakes.
For it is February, as my cold heart aches.

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