Category: Civil Wars

Pressed against the rough corner of a village building, a Serbian soldier keeps his rifle close while glancing into the open space ahead, using the wall as the thinnest possible shield. His helmet and field-worn clothing blend into the gray plaster and soot, a visual reminder of how quickly ordinary streets can become improvised battle…

Across a sloping field in Konjević Polje, the ground is scattered with the harsh evidence of loss: a skull, shoes turned upward, and fragments of clothing lying where they were left. In the distance, bare trees and a few houses sit quietly against the hills, an everyday rural backdrop that makes the foreground’s violence feel…

A man sprawls across a hospital mattress, one leg ending in a thick white bandage where an amputation has recently been performed. His denim shirt hangs open over a T‑shirt, and the angle of his body—one arm flung outward, the other drawn in tight—suggests both exhaustion and the strain of pain managed moment by moment.…

Jagged shards of glass dominate the foreground, turning the Holiday Inn’s broken window into both frame and witness as Sarajevo’s financial district rises beyond it. Two tower blocks stand scarred and hollowed, their darkened façades and missing panes forming a grid of damage against a pale sky. In the distance, low hills and tightly packed…

Pearls at the throat and a patterned jacket on her shoulders, a well dressed woman bends into the roadside growth, pulling tender stems and leaves with practiced care. She holds a shopping bag open at her feet, turning an ordinary accessory of city life into a tool for survival. Her glance toward the camera is…

Mid-stride and hand-in-hand, a couple breaks into a run across a Sarajevo intersection in 1992, using the bulk of an armoured press vehicle as a moving shield. The camera catches them from behind—coat tails lifted by motion, shoes skimming the pavement—while the city’s elegant façades loom ahead with a quiet, battered gravity. Above it all,…

A cluster of women stands tight to the curb, bodies angled toward an open stretch of road that offers no cover, each face reading the street as if it were a weather report. Across the way, another woman waits alone with a handbag and glasses in hand, caught between the ordinary habits of city life…

On a polished wooden gym floor, a volleyball net cuts the room in two as men lean, brace, and reach upward from seated positions, eyes trained on the ball at the top of the frame. Athletic jerseys and improvised knee pads share space with the stark markers of injury—missing limbs, bandaged stumps, and the careful…

Along a rough split‑rail fence on the Gettysburg landscape, three Confederate prisoners pause as if caught between exhaustion and wary attention. Their civilian-style hats, rumpled jackets, and slung blankets read like a soldier’s life reduced to what can be carried, while tin canteens and small personal gear hang at their sides. One sits on the…

Seated in a plain studio setting, Sister Ann Alexis Shorb—also known as Henrietta “Harriet” Shorb—meets the camera with a steady, unembellished calm. Her habit and wide sleeves fall in heavy folds, while her hands rest together in her lap, a small detail that suggests discipline and practiced composure. A draped side table and simple vase…