Image of the week...we're not in Kansas now Dorothy...

So in true Pannack style a late post = a bashful apology...

However I am woman who sticks to her word so more than one image shall be revealed.

I naievly thought I could edit and retouch the Sudan pics with superhuman ease but distractions of radio 4 and real life time has been a burden and I am still bound to my desk...a sneak peek is now in order.

Sudan was everything I expected and more and I was fortunate enough to have an understanding sidekick who despite harsh and often frustrating precautions let me shoot at my desire. I often poked my camera out of the car or snapped at random incidents to remind me where I was whilst the relentless downpours attacked in rainy season custom.

I have a great appreciation for all types of photography and marvel at legends who seem to capture a sense of place. I believe it really is choosing when and what to photograph that makes the image evoke a sense of emotional connection and accepting that your eyes and your heart may feel something that your camera simply cannot capture. Embracing these moments makes us human and fuels the desire to create something new.

One thing I learnt in Kwajock was how it was not just cattle that are most people's capital it was also beds.

When moving to the South, boarding a vehicle is first come first served. Those that get on early are able to take as much as they can fit, those boarding last must abandon pocessions and painfully decipher the priority and necessity of their luggage.

The trade of beds determines if the residents living in Kwajock eat, live or die as well as holding a coincidently strong metaphor for home and comfort. Think about it...what's the one thing you crave when away from home...? tired,cold, lonely or miserable sleeping in your own cocoon cures any homesick feeling. I can vouch that returning to my nest was absolute bliss and filled my mind the entire long arse journey home..screaming children, stuffy planes and airport delays were a mere obstacle to reaching my goal of slipping back into the snug womb.

The next image is a sneaky peek at the second story I shot out there on girls education. The fact : " A girl born in South Sudan is more likely to die in child birth than complete primary school education." spurred a desire to search for girls in education.

Amongst our search in the tiny places like Wau and Kwajock we even came across a school specifically aimed at teaching teenagers and 20-somethings carpentry, mechanics, electrical engineering, printing and building...but I'm rambling..more of that later...

So here's one from a primary school trip that focusses on teaching girls to abandon marriage until they have completed their education.

The teacher spoke of a girl who was being forced to marry an old man in exchange for cattle. The girl begged to complete her education, her father refused. So the girl's classmates went to house of the old man and refused to leave him alone until he agreed to withdraw his proposal, after much hassle he finally caved in.

They then returned to the girls house, saving her from an inevitable death by persuading her father that with an education she would marry a far richer man, bringing him more cattle. He was persuaded and the girl is now studying...awesome. I shot on an old Rolliflex kindly lent to me. It was my first time using it...treats...

wow long post (sorry)