Category: Civil Wars

Smoke and grit hang over a city street as armored vehicles press forward, their metal skins scuffed and streaked with hastily painted markings. Soldiers cling to the top of a tank while a civilian figure in the foreground reaches up, dwarfed by the machinery and the tension it brings. The surrounding apartment blocks and trees…

A jagged pit of pale earth dominates the foreground, its edge spilling down into a tangle of exposed bones and skulls. Along the rim, Vietnamese soldiers stand with rifles slung and sleeves rolled, their posture caught between duty and disbelief. Nearby, a small group of barefoot children lingers close, watching in silence as the ground…

A road leading out of the capital swells with humanity as families and neighbors move together in a tense, crowded stream. In the frame, people clutch bundles, balance baskets, and push bicycles loaded with what they can carry, while a few umbrellas rise above the press of bodies against the harsh light. Cars and trucks…

A long column of US-made armored vehicles rolls through the streets of Phnom Penh as young Khmer Rouge guerrilla soldiers ride high on the hulls, packed shoulder to shoulder with rifles slung and faces turned toward the crowd. Men in short-sleeved shirts press in close, some reaching up to touch the vehicles or exchange hurried…

A wide Parisian square lies oddly quiet, its grandeur interrupted by a raw mound of stone and broken masonry where the Colonne Vendôme once stood. The title’s “1871” situates the scene in a year of upheaval, and the emptiness in the open space feels deliberate—an urban stage after the drama has passed. In the foreground,…

Sandbags rise in rough tiers around a field gun, turning an exposed position into a cramped fortress of earth and cloth. Several figures stand and pose amid the improvised barricade—uniformed men with rifles, a cannon crewman near the wheel, and even a child placed close to the weapon—creating a tableau that feels both staged for…

Rows of young musicians stand poised with accordions in hand, their matching uniforms and knee-high socks giving the street scene a disciplined, ceremonial rhythm. Some glance toward the camera while others look ahead, as if waiting for a signal to step off, and the crisp lines of their instruments echo the neat formation at their…

Mud-dark leaves and broken earth frame a stark pairing: a human skull and a lone shoe lying where a mass grave was uncovered near Srebrenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina. The close, ground-level view refuses distance, drawing the eye to textures—soil, bone, worn rubber—that make atrocity feel painfully tangible. As a document of the Bosnian civil war…

Harsh daylight pours through shattered windows into two adjoining patient rooms at Sarajevo’s Kosevo Hospital, turning the ordinary geometry of beds and bedside rails into a scene of sudden catastrophe. Glass crunches across the floor, plaster dust and fragments lie everywhere, and the neat lines of hospital life are broken by overturned frames, tangled linens,…

Amid a patch of woodland on the eastern frontline of Bandol, a small circle of Muslim Bosnian soldiers forms around an injured comrade, turning a combat moment into an improvised rescue. Camouflage uniforms blend with the grass and trees, yet the urgency is unmistakable: hands grip a makeshift stretcher while another soldier kneels close, steadying…