Having tuberculosis can be imprisoning in so many ways. The symptoms. The stigma. The endless stream of medicines. The isolation from family and friends, work and school. The sheer duration of treatment. It’s a brutal disease that measures its awful toll in months and years.
On the High Line Park.
A fantastic city, viewed from the Citadella in Gellert park.
Looking northwest in lower Manhattan.
Near the bus station in Karlovy Vary.
In an alley near Younge and Wellesley in Toronto.
Afternoon traffic in the Capital City neighborhood of Lilongwe.