Staff Photo by Allison Kwesell/Chattanooga Times Free Press A child sleeps at the Loyal Oaks Community Chapel Mission Orphanage in Despinos, Haiti. The orphanage had a lot of damage, and children and staff members have been carrying their mattresses outside to sleep at night.
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 20 -- My knees are shaky and the ground feels like water.
About 6:15 a.m., I am bent over, digging through my bag in the dark, looking for food to take with me on the day's excursion when the ground starts moving.
I think I'm dizzy, hallucinating. I think it's me, not the earth under my feet.
I look down at my toes, just laced up in boots. I look to my right where a fan sits, staring for seconds -- what feels like minutes -- at the blades of the fan, then my toes, moving fluidly but not in sync with the walls.
Is it my stomach? Sleep deprivation? Typhoid?
Then it dawns on me -- earthquake?
I run out of the house where I'm staying and see Joel Hess, a local missionary. He's clutching his 1-year-old son, Michael, at the bottom of his stairs and yelling: "Out! Out!"
Suddenly I understand the unsteadiness a little bit more, but not like Haitians do by any means. I don't understand the loss, or the pain of deep, infected wounds, but I understand the uneasy stomachache of not knowing what's under my own feet.
Times Free Press staff photographer Allison Kwesell arrived in the Caribbean island nation of Haiti four days after a 7.0-magnitude earthquake struck the impoverished country on Jan. 12, killing thousands and severely injuring many more. In photographs and words, she has captured the destruction in Haiti and the relief efforts under way there and at hospitals in its neighboring country, the Dominican Republic. Through Ms. Kwesell’s photos and stories, Times Free Press readers have an ...