This photo seems like a good place to start. My apologies for being absent and not following through with a commitment. Life is pretty good at throwing struggles at you and watching you fail. Kelly for example, I introduced him at the first if the year. A man who changed my day and I spoke of many times this year, sharing his struggles and the way he affected me. Unbeknownst to me, Kelly and I had a connection. Rebecca, a good friend of mine whom I’ve known for years, works alongside the police and city to help the homeless. She does so much for them, I don’t know where to begin. I can end with, this is Kelly in his new apartment. Yes. Rebecca got him off the streets and housed. When she text me this photo today, my life changed. It was in the middle of a shit week, where I thought, “Seriously?! Anything else?” Yes, there was something else. Something good. I’ve said no more than ten words to a gentleman whose had a year of impact on me. This is humanity. Thank you, not only to Rebecca, The Pour House, but all those who donate items, time & compassion to help others have faith in a world where faith has been forgotten, like so many on the streets. I simply ask, the next time you want to clean out your closets and head to GoodWill for that extra $30, donate those items to a local organization that helps directly with those lost & forgotten. Spend an extra $5-$10 at the grocery on dry goods for someone in need.
*SideNote: I have photos, I have words I know I owe you 🙂 Thank you for your continued support!
Tonight 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.
After I shot this photo, on tracks that I’m no stranger to, I am standing on them with camera and tripod in hand and I am approached by a local police officer.
Officer : “I received a call of a suspicious person taking photos and sitting on the tracks.”
Me : “Yes sir, that’s exactly what I was doing and I’m not suspicious, I’m a photographer.”
Officer : “What were you taking photos of?”
Me : (Dumbest blank stare I’m certain) “Trains….”
He asked for my id, ran my name for warrants, found I was clear. I asked if he would like for me to leave, as he was concerned about my safety (mine? Lol) , he asked if I had gotten all the the shots I wanted I said yes packed up my gear and was quietly on my way.
*sidenote* Generally I would not leave so easily but this particular train, the third one I saw, the conductor was hanging out the window frantically yelling at me to get back. He was the one who called the local police department.
I started to make cheesecake (told ya Mary) when I realized I didn’t have a hand mixer. So I called handy Greg, I’ll disclose him later, he’s a solid. Anyhow he was outta town but told me how to break into a cops house. The cheesecake was a success as well as the chicken stuffed with mozzarella and pesto and angle hair pasta with a fresh garlic & lemon sauce. (I dabble 😉 )
What’s better than some friends who want to be your driver and share your passion with you and you’re the only one carrying a camera. A day that starts with Pot Belly Sandwiches is bound to end good. The night … Continue reading →