A very dusty Volga Gaz seen near Chicken Street in Kabul. Usually this car is very very clean and polished, one suspects the owner has been away for a while. But it sits in the sun outside their house day after day not moving.
The bike and boys who recycle- Jalalabad Road, Kabul. Often seen around Kabul are children carrying sacks over their shoulders with empty water bottles and anything else they can find that they stand a chance of selling. The bicycle a classic design probably made in India.
Five Afghan boys sit on the edge of the hill that contains the King's Tomb at Tapa Maranjan in Kabul. They look over the city early in the morning.
This photo was shortlisted for the UNESCO Bi-Enniale Photo Competition in Afghanistan.
I caught a snap of this guy 4 years ago almost to the day when he was driving his taxi. By chance i ran into him and he allowed me to take this portrait shot of him. His face tells a story of a hard life and harder work breathing in the horrific levels of pollution every day at work that exist in Kabul.
A little bit of bugle....... This chap, who a little touched in the head, spends some of his days and nights in a make shift home in the middle of a cemetery near Ghazi Stadium in Kabul, dedicated to former Afghan sporting greats.
If you want a definition of joy, look no further than these three. They came up to the car when we were getting fuel to sell me boxes of tissues. I cut to the chase and gave them the gift that keeps on giving... Cash. In exchange they hung around barely long enough to get this snap of them.
A beggar down on the accurately named Beggar Street in Wazir Akbar Khan, a short distance from the Presidential Palace and the Diplomatic area of the city, working out the day’s take late on a Friday afternoon. There are often up to a dozen beggars on the short 300m of the road. Some weaving between traffic as it speeds past either side of them, some on...
This is Sardar, he sits outside the Passport Office in Kabul come rain, shine or indeed snow. He is one of many that provides an invaluable service, he fills in the forms for those who can neither read nor write. Obviously he charges a fee for the service.
The Money Changer. Seen on every street these guys provide a vital service for Afghans. They change large denomination Afghanis and USD as well. Compared to currency exchanges in the west there is no big store, armoured glass, cctv etc... just the knowledge that if you try to knock one of these guys over you will probably at best end up dead.
For a country that has seen violent conflict for so many years and generations, it always amazes me how many children play with toy guns. This group i saw on TV Hill in Kabul. The smiles betray their intents.
These awesome kids live on TV Hill in the middle of Kabul. The houseing on TV Hill is all illegal, with no running water, electricity stolen further down the hill..... yet these kids smiled non stop from the moment i saw them.
Portrait of a young Afghan boy on top of TV Hill in the middle of Kabul. TV Hill is the home to a thriving community of illegal housing built on its sides. To see such a happy young man is not unusual.
A piece of graffiti on the outside of the Medium Tax Office in Kabul, Afghanistan. Similar pieces are being painted on blast walls around the city. Nearly all are in Dari except for this one in English.
Two beautiful Afghan girls with such a tragic story. Their father was shot and killed in front of them. They were forced to watch at The Taliban fired single shot after single shot into him, not killing him instantly but bit by bit. They are now with their mother in an home for mothers and children of murdered Afghan Army and Policemen. They don’t...
A family out begging during Ramazan in Kabul, Afghanistan. The medicine laid out on the blanket is there to show that any money given is for the care of a sick child. During the Holy Month you see many more people begging, a lot of them overcome by the heat falling asleep where they sit like these three.
For some life gets no easier. For any the sadness of life on the streets with nothing but what you wear. The sack he uses to collect rubbish from around the streets in the hope of being able to sell some of it on.