Despite finding the images above, the most exciting part about the whole adventure was discovering that during my exploring, I had picked up some friends – in the form of ticks.  I’m not going to lie, I was completely freaked out by the fact that there were insects burying their way into my body.  Thankfully, those around me realized that it was really not such a big deal and they calmly removed my ticks using the hot needle method.  Although in all honesty, when I think about the ticks, I still get the feeling like bugs are crawling on me.

To see more from my Tennessee explorations, visit my Flickr.

“Captured by Nkunda’s rebel army, the boys not big enough to hold a gun are given merely a whistle and put on the front lines of battle.  Their sole duty is to make enough noise to scare the enemy and then to receive – with their bodies – the first round of bullets.  Lines of boys fall as nothing more than a temporary barricade.  Those who try to flee are shot at from behind.  The soldiers call it “encouragement” to be brave.  Without a gun to protect themselves, the smallest boys are placed between the crossfire of two armies – forces fighting for reasons far beyond their ability to understand.”  (an excerpt from Sean’s original journal entry, read the full entry here)

The organization’s trademark whistle – 100% of the proceeds are used to rehabilitate war-affected children in the Congo and advocate for their freedom.

Pieces of different installations Falling Whistles has built and displayed.  They use donated, found, and reclaimed objects.

Sean Carasso, founder of Falling Whistles.