A road is built, cutting off the ocean to its original shoreline. Across where the shore was to meet, is a community called The Mamali. The Mamali is a fishing community that has been fishing the Taguig Shore for generations. When The National Road was created, the community was forced to fill the ground with soil. Their houses are now on solid ground, but deep in the ground are the stilts they once stood on. The water is no longer flowing below them, nor is their way of life, their fishing traps.
Kuya Jhuly, a media officer at Partido Lakes Ng Masa and community activist, invited me to come and photograph the everyday lives of The Mamali, which faces being instinct in Metro Manila. Kuya explains; “The National Government and Rich Politicians are planning to build floating restaurants where The Mamali fish.” Kuya and The Mamali Neighborhood Association provide free legal services to the community and educate them on their rights as land owners in the Philippines. This group of individual professionals is the only hope for this community to prepare for what lies ahead of them.
Early in the morning, a man and his son set out to the open ocean, before eating breakfast they go to collect their catch of the day. The father sits by the boat`s motor, and the son takes a position at the bow of the boat, with a paddle to steer. They ride out without lighting into the dark ocean waters. They reach their first trap, that is on a neighbors property due to The National Road cutting the waters to the man’s house, the young boy climbs on top of the trap that is supported by large bamboo poles. He does not wear his shoes; he can get a better grip with his bare feet to lift the nets out of the water. The father ties the boat to the trap and jumps up to help his son with the net. They reach the last trap, at sunrise, and they turn around to shore to sell their catch.
This way of life may not be one that everyone would want, but to The Mamali, it`s theirs. They have tried so hard to distance themselves from the most populated city in the world, Metro Manila; they now have to fight in a legal battle to protect their homes and futures. Sadly this is not the first or last story small communities like this face. Metro Manila is growing in population, and commercial development such as; malls, condos, hotels and restaurants threatens ways of life like The Mamali. Without government aid or compensation, they will be left homeless to fin for themselves.
Tensions across America build up after the election of President Donland Trump. Mirco groups organize and take to the streets to protest against the presidency. In Los Angeles large groups of Anti-Fascists and Anarchist groups, protest and use tactics such as Black Blocking, to shut down freeways and public functions in the city. The LAPD know as the best in the business with crowd control, group together to keep both sides apart, preventing any violent acts.
In Manila, the Philippines about 78% of the population is living in poverty. Children roam and sleep on the sidewalks and streets; the city faces a massive growth of hungry and homeless. Manila is one of the largest populated city in the world with a report of 24.1 Million in 2015; the city is 239.2 miles of compacted housing, malls, storefronts, and shanties. This photo essay focused on the lifestyle families, and children face in Metro Manila.
North Dakota has been at the center of conversations surrounding a more energy efficient America. The state sits above a 200,000 square foot rock formation called “The Bakken.” Introducing Hydraulic fracking to the oil industries that created thousands of jobs for Americans. People from all over the country migrated to the remote lands of North Dakota; this caused a major overpopulation issue for the small farm towns of Williston, Dickinson, Watford City and much more. Workers and the state were unprepared for the condition they would face in “The Bakken.”
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While waiting on my flight, I saw a mother (Becky Rhame) and her two sons. They came to my gate without luggage, but with two signs reading “Welcome Home Daddy” and “We missed you.” Being a son with a father in the military, I knew what was happening; a father was coming home from deployment.
Becky Rhame was trying to capture the moment with her cell phone; I knew I had to photograph this for them and approached her to tell her I would do this for her.
Hello, and welcome to a little piece of the internet that I described as “my world.” So to introduce myself to those looking at this page, My name is Chris Rusanosky, I am 28 and work as a freelance photographer and photojournalist. For most of my young life, I have traveled and searched for stories I feel people can relate to. My only problem was getting published.
The photojournalism and photography field, in general, is a hard game to master, with the growing changes in photography and the way we take in visual information.
I see this as an opportunity to, I have more tools and platforms like this WordPress to publish my work for thousands to see.
What you will find on this page is my editorial assignments and paid assignments. All these stories are for sale unless claimed as an unusable image.
I hope you enjoy my work and the people and events I see.
“This is a wish for this bridge to be a bridge between time, between place, between class, between race, between “dirty” and clean, between every style and scene, between cultures and diversity, suburbs and inner-city… the city of bridges, these rivers must be crossed…” This quote painted on the east end of a bridge that connects downtown Harrisburg and Lower Paxton area in The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Under this bridge lies a shadow of neglected and sorrow. Harrisburg has become one of many cities in America to face bankruptcy. During this time more and more people face losing their homes, businesses, and freedoms. In this story, I bring you to the world where men have suffered traumatic pasts that have led them to use a drug to escape them from reality.