2021 News Picture Story

First Place: Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Family holds a wake and village funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Daughter Guilene Filianse weeps during a village wake and funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as residents cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 20, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Cherival Jean Lexima, 68 years old, husband of Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed, gets ready for her funeral as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Daughter Guilene Filianse weeps during a village wake and funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as residents cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Daughter Guilene Filianse weeps during a village wake and funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as residents cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Grandchildren are passed over the gravesite as family holds a village funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. She was buried in their backyard. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

The air is filled with screams of Mama, Mama as a son Christlor Cherival grieves during the funeral for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 21, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Dorvil Neicheka awaits a village wake for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 20, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Dancing on rubble. Fanel Joseph plays drum on a plastic container during a village wake for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 20, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

xJoel Guillaune dances amid the rubble during a village wake for Marie Herese Atineus who died while sleeping when part of her home collapsed as Haitians cope with the aftermath of a massive earthquake in Maniche, Haiti on August 20, 2021. SUMMARY: If there is life, there is hope Chrislom Adonnia, Survivor A massive 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti at 8:29 AM EDT on August 14, 2021. It affected a large area of rural southwestern provinces, killing at least a confirmed 2,250 people and injuring 12,000. Countless families were displaced, leaving the Caribbean Island nation in the grip of yet another humanitarian crisis. During a wake for Marie Herese Atimeus, vibrant villagers danced till dawn on the ruins of the home where she died. They sang, drank, partied. Dominoes games lasted throughout the night under a full moon. The next day they grieved as daughters threw themselves to the ground wailing. Grandchildren were passed over the gravesite in a poignant tradition and a sons sorrowful cries of Mama, Mama echoed through the air after the casket was lowered into the earth of their backyard. On good days, life is desperately hard in Haiti. A land of juxtapositions a breathtaking beauty of spirit and a brutal reality of the streets. Tragedy befalls the country repeatedly. Political anarchy, gang violence, natural disasters and endless floods. In 2010 a massive quake killed over 300,000 people in Port-au-Prince. Ten years later the island country still hadnt recovered when the earth trembled again and life for so many was again eternally altered. An initial rush to rescue soon became recovery as bodies were pulled and quickly buried. But for most Haitians its not about dying in the quake but rather living in the rubble of shattered lives and altered destinies where the legendary Haitian resilience survives. They mourn, pray then move on with the task of living. The town of Maniche is a teeth-rattling bumpy drive from Les Cayes where approximately 90% of buildings were destroyed or damaged. Yet hope endures in the wounded landscape. Most residents initially sleep on the streets in fear of dangerous aftershocks numbering well over 300 in the early weeks after the disaster. But with nowhere to go and plagued by tropical rains, they eventually move back inside fragile walls in imminent peril of collapse. Brass bands lead funeral processions past broken buildings. Still, life goes on. Amid the rubble women still have hair weaves braided, children frolic in play. Creole hymns waft through the air during church services as worshippers kneel in pews outside fallen buildings, an elderly matron removes dirt and green chunks of concrete from the floor of their house, one shovel at a time. Men salvage iron from the wreckage to sell for direly needed income. Aid is hampered by gang wars until a truce is declared to allow convoys to pass. On the road to Maniche, the body of a gang member burns as local vigilantes serve up mob justice in a land where no law exists. Folks rejoice as Chinook helicopters land in soccer fields and WFP convoys traverse rivers bringing much needed support. Hands reach out for relief as frustrated townspeople fight for a bag of rice, a can of cooking oil. The elderly and most fragile are left empty handed, unable to navigate the unruly crowds. Indeed, it takes a village as neighbors help each other heal while awaiting international aid. A family builds a foundation in the driving rain after a week of huddling together during nights outside across town. Pure joy erupted among the residents as precious tents were placed on the empty space that once housed their memories - amid clotheslines of recently washed laundry and the wreckage of their former lives. Indeed, there is no place like home. They lost their 2-year-old daughter and cling to their surviving baby with a cast on his broken leg. He was found under the dead body of his uncle on this lot where they strive to now rebuild. They had to quickly bury their child in an unmarked grave, with plans to make something pretty in her memory after the immediate crush of basic survival chores wane. She was so intelligent, they proclaim proudly. She made everyone laugh and loved animals. They find comfort believing she went directly to heaven. If there is life, there will always be the death. But we cant be sad when the death comes. We must be strong, stated her father Chrislom Adonnia as he spoke of Gods grace.

Carol Guzy

First Place - 2021 News Picture Story

Carol Guzy

Second Place: Ben Curtis / Associated Press

Second Place - 2021 News Picture Story

The war in Tigray has spawned massacres, gang rapes and the widespread expulsion of people from their homes, and the United States has declared ethnic cleansing in western Tigray. Now, on top of those atrocities, Tigrayans face another urgent problem: hunger and starvation.The Tigray conflict has displaced more than 1 million people, the International Organization for Migration reported in April, and the numbers continue to rise. Abeba Gebru, 37, from the village of Getskimilesley, holds the hands of her malnourished daughter, Tigsti Mahderekal, 20 days old, in the treatment tent of a medical clinic in the town of Abi Adi, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Tuesday, May 11, 2021. She had the baby at home and walked 12 days to get the famished child to a clinic in the northern Ethiopian region of Tigray. She survived because I held her close to my womb and kept hiding during the exhausting journey."

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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An Ethiopian woman argues with others over the allocation of yellow split peas after it was distributed by the Relief Society of Tigray in the town of Agula, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Saturday, May 8, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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Haftom Gebru, 12, who was wounded and had his hand amputated after an artillery shell hit a pile of stones in his family's compound in Hawzen during Orthodox Easter, is comforted by his father, Gebru Welde Abrha, 60, right, as he lies in his hospital bed at the Ayder Referral Hospital in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Thursday, May 6, 2021. When Welde Abrha saw the wound in the boys left hand, he knew it would have to be cut off. I am so sad I cant explain it. ... I feel it deeply.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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A 40-year-old woman who was says she was held captive and repeatedly raped by 15 Eritrean soldiers over a period of a week in a remote village near the Eritrea border, speaks during an interview at a hospital in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Friday, May 14, 2021. "They talked to each other. Some of them: 'We kill her.' Some of them: 'No, no. Rape is enough for her,'" she recalls. She said one of the soldiers told her: "This season is our season, not your season. This is the time for us."

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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Elena, 7, center, lines up with other displaced Tigrayans to receive food donated by local residents at a reception center for the internally displaced in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Sunday, May 9, 2021. The 15 kilograms of wheat, half a kilogram of peas and some cooking oil per person, to last a month was earmarked only for the most vulnerable. That included pregnant mothers and elderly people.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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An Ethiopian woman scoops up portions of yellow split peas to be allocated to waiting families after it was distributed by the Relief Society of Tigray in the town of Agula, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Saturday, May 8, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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Displaced Tigrayan men drink tea outside the Hadnet General Secondary School which has become a makeshift home to thousands displaced by the conflict, in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia Wednesday, May 5, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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Medical equipment lies damaged and looted by Eritrean soldiers at a hospital which they used as a base, according to witnesses, in Hawzen, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Friday, May 7, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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A displaced Tigrayan boy runs up stairs past graffiti reading "God is better than any thing" at the Hadnet General Secondary School which has become a makeshift home to thousands displaced by the conflict, in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia Wednesday, May 5, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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A Tigrayan girl and woman in the classroom where they now live at an elementary school used as a camp for the internally-displaced in the town of Abi Adi, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia Tuesday, May 11, 2021.

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

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Haftom Gebretsadik, a 17-year-old from Freweini, Ethiopia, near Hawzen, who had his right hand amputated and lost fingers on his left after an artillery round struck his home in March, sits on his bed at the Ayder Referral Hospital in Mekele, in the Tigray region of northern Ethiopia, on Thursday, May 6, 2021. I am very worried, he said. How can I work?

Ben Curtis / Associated Press

Third Place: Bernat Armangue / Associated Press

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Social services for the small city of Ceuta, perched on an outcropping in the Mediterranean, buckled under the strain after more than 8,000 people crossed into Spanish territory during a short period in May. The Spanish city of 85,000 in northern Africa, faced a humanitarian crisis after thousands of Moroccans took advantage of relaxed border control in their country to swim or paddle in inflatable boats into European soil. Spain deployed its military to the Moroccan border as thousands of migrants jumped fences or swam onto European soil. Spanish Army soldiers expel a migrant from the Spanish enclave of Ceuta, on Tuesday, May 18, 2021.