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from Oddly Enough Blog:

It’s just like in the disaster movies!

Boss, can you hear me? It's me, Johnson! Oh, it's still night-time in LA? Sorry to wake you up, but I've got great news!

You remember you sent me to scout around for the next big "King Kong" sort of movie?

Well, I'm here in the Philippines, of all places.... They've "captured" this huge honking 21-foot-long crocodile which has already attacked several people.

Get some film crews out here right away, Boss, I have a feeling this one is gonna pop soon. I'm watching 'em right now, moving the "captured" croc.

from Reuters Money:

Scam artists abound after Irene: How to keep your money dry

There is something about disasters that brings out the best in people — and the worst. Along with the Red Cross and National Guard, scam artists mobilize, too. They see opportunity in people's misfortune.

"You’ve already been victimized by Mother Nature; don’t be victimized by an unscrupulous contractor," cautioned Barbara Anthony, who heads Massachusetts' Office of Consumer Affairs and Business Regulation. "People are vulnerable when they’ve been dealt a blow by a hurricane or a tornado."

from Reuters Money:

Hurricane investing: You don’t need a weathervane …

Maybe you've already got your lawn furniture stashed in the garage, your water jugs filled and your important papers protected. But have you gotten your investment portfolio ready for Hurricane Irene, currently threatening all the East Coast hot spots?

Three main themes emerge: Selling into the storm; ditching shares facing the most risks and buying into the rebuilding effort. Here are some considerations.

from Reuters Money:

Earthquakes, hurricanes and smart insurance moves

What a week: An earthquake gave the East Coast a jolt and now a hurricane is bearing down.

No one's immune. Virgin Atlantic mogul Richard Branson's compound on Necker Island in the British Virgin Islands was destroyed by fire this week after being struck by a Hurricane Irene-connected lightning bolt.

from Photographers' Blog:

Scars and stories on Joplin’s landscape

By Eric Thayer

More than three months ago, a massive tornado ripped through Joplin, Missouri, killing almost 160 people and destroying nearly 8,000 homes and businesses. For a week the story garnered national and international attention. A community of 50,000 people was thrust into the spotlight.

Images of destruction dominated newspapers and newscasts. Stories were told, lives shown fragmented, a bruised and battered community rallied, despite being in a collective state of shock. Then, slowly, as the pools of rainwater dried up, the residents dug through the deep wound cut a mile wide into the landscape, picking out pieces of their shattered lives. Slowly the attention faded, though work quietly continued.

from Photographers' Blog:

Flashback to Baidoa, Somalia: 1992

By Yannis Behrakis

It was the beginning of December 1992 and the winter had settled into Athens - the big story was the civil war and the famine in Somalia.

I volunteered to cover the story, as I’m sure many others did, but I was one of the "lucky" ones selected to go. Tom’s distinctive voice on the phone sounded both reassuring and worried. It was my first trip to the region and I remember running frantically to get malaria pills and a Yellow fever vaccine. I had the other vaccines a year earlier before covering a massive earthquake in Iran.

from Photographers' Blog:

Clearing the rubble but not the sorrow

By Kim Kyung-hoon

In 2004 I was in Indonesia’s Banda Aceh covering the Indian Ocean tsunami disaster which killed over 230,000 people in several south Asian countries. I met a tired-looking man tackling huge piles of rubble created by the tsunami in a brave effort to clean it up. He had only a shovel to use on the debris stretching on all sides as far as the eye could see. He stopped a moment and bemoaned to me that it would take more than several years to clear the rubble in his country. He also added that a rich country like Japan could clear it quickly with giant heavy construction equipment if a similar disaster happened in Japan. When I left Banda Aceh after my one-month stay there, the scenery going from the Reuters temporary base to the airport was almost the same as what I had seen on my first day there, and dead bodies still lay on the streets.

Last weekend, I traveled to Japan’s tsunami–destroyed towns again with my colleague to cover Japan’s traditional festival obon, when families welcome back the spirits of the dead.

from Photographers' Blog:

Retracing my steps in Pakistan

On August 7, 2010, with a camera in hand, I dropped into a flooded village on an army helicopter that was delivering food aid to marooned villagers. As a crewman slid the door open to find solid ground, I leaped out, took some photographs, and managed to get back on before the chopper departed.

Time stamps on the images show the hover-stop lasted less than the length of an average song. For those three minutes, my thoughts were focused on finding an image that would bring the Pakistan floods story to life.

from Full Focus:

Pakistan revisited

Last year's floods in Pakistan killed 2,000, left 11 million homeless and affected the lives of another 7 million. The country is still struggling to recover from $10 billion in damage to infrastructure, irrigation systems, bridges, houses and roads. Reuters award-winning photographer Adrees Latif traveled back to the affected region to document the changes over the year in this dramatic series of combination images. Read about how Adrees took these images here.

from Photographers' Blog:

Me and the man with the iPad

By Barry Malone

I never know how to behave when I go to write about hungry people.

I usually bring just a notebook and a pen because it seems somehow more subtle than a recorder. I drain bottled water or hide it before I get out of the car or the plane. In Ethiopia a few years ago I was telling a funny story to some other journalists as our car pulled up near a church where we had been told people were arriving looking for food.

We got out and began walking towards the place, me still telling the tale, shouting my mouth off, struggling to get to the punch line through my laughter and everybody else’s.