Chandler Day 347: Milledgeville

SONY DSCAlong one of the roads that I have traveled on too many times to count is the tiny little village of Milledgeville. There really isn’t much of anything there except from a few houses, a church and the old grocery and gas station, which is no longer open. But the building seems to have been frozen in time. A little piece of the past. One of the gas pumps even has the last fill up and price still on it.

Chandler Day 273: The Other Side

DSC05573Tonight I was still trying to collect some photos for my assignment, so I thought I would try for some night shots. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a mount for my tripod and had to do hand held shots, which was a little hard. Marian is bordered by Cold Spring Rd. and 30th Street. It is in a bubble. It’s surrounded by a whole other world. You can walk across the street to a gas station that has been robbed multiple times and that has bullet proof glass protecting the employees. Marian sits in the middle of a very low-income and high crime area of Indy. And yet the students go about their days completely oblivious to what lies on the other side. Oblivious to the reality of Indianapolis. The frequent police sirens and the occasional stripping of car parts on campus is a reminder of what lies around us. There are shootings, many of them fatal, carjackings and robberies that occur constantly in neighborhoods of Indianapolis, very much like the one Marian is in. Police are killed and kill. People die all the time, but Marian and much of Indianapolis, move along either ignoring what happens or continue to be completely ignorant of the situation.

Brandy Day129: Turtle In A Half Shell

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Love it!!!! My newest addition to my turtle collection! I don’t know when it started. I don’t know how it started. But its grown and its grown quickly!! Most of them from my second mom, Chris Lynch, and ranging from small collectables to a tattoo 🙂
Why turtles? It’s about their shell.  The only way to kill or harm a turtle is to damage its shell or leave it on its back. Over the years I’ve toughened my shell. Protective of what’s inside. My heart.  It makes the hardships of life a bit easier. The shell is a place to hide when threatened. A turtle always has a home. A safe place. Protection.

Why did the turtle cross the road?

To get to the shell station!!! 😉