This is Abbigail, my little sister. Me and Abbie have always been close. We’re best friends. We’ve grown up together and gone through everything together. I remember waiting in the hospital for her to be born, excited to have another sibling. She’s still my baby sister, even though she’s in high school now. We’ve had a lot of great times together and also have been through a lot of shit together. We certainly don’t always agree and boy, have we had some arguments, but we always make up a few minutes later and are back to having a good time. Abbie is wonderfully talented, hilarious, and incredibly smart young lady who is growing up to be strong and beautiful. She’s gonna go places and I’m excited to see what else we will go through. I love her and I’m so glad you are my sister.
This is Nick, my brother. Nick has always been a great brother to me. He always seems to be there for me when I need him the most. Oftentimes I don’t think I need to talk to him, but he’ll call me up and what he has to say is just right. Nick is hilarious and has always made me laugh with his stories and jokes. He’s a goofball. He’s caring, smart, hard-working, strong, sensitive, funny, loyal, a great brother, a great friend and a great man. I love him and I’m glad that he is my brother.
You all should know that this is Brandy, the other half of this crazy project and my sister. Brandy has been one of my biggest inspirations and supporters when it comes to photography and life. We’ve always been there for each other and we’ve been the best of buds ever since I was born. Like all siblings we’ve been mad at each other and hurt each other, but we always get through it. Brandy has had one of the roughest roads of anyone I know. But she has stayed strong and determined. That strength has helped others myself included. We’ve seen some pretty dark moments and gone through them for each other. It’s hard to put what I want to say about her into words. I love her very much though and she can be an amazing person.
This is Tami, my mother. She is mom to all five of us crazy kids. She is wonderful woman who has been through everything with all of us. She was not only my mom but also my teacher who taught me from 1st grade up until I graduated high school. She is incredibly strong and has been through more shit than a person should go through. She is determined, smart, caring and is always there for us even in the dead of night. She has been the best mom any kid could ask for and I love her so much.
As I was looking through old photos and reliving old memories and adventures, I found this photo. It is an old favorite taken last year. Me and Brandy went to shoot downtown and found a train track while we were walking around. Of course we followed it and I was able to get this shot of her. It was taken in the fall among some really great days of shooting. She has been one of my biggest inspirations when it come to photography and was the reason I decided to do this challenge in the first place. We have had some great times together and many of these days of shooting and being with each other helped me out of a lot of bad feelings. We have always been close and I have always looked up to her and it’s not just because she can make a great photo. It is because I have seen what she has been through, more than anyone should have to deal with, and it inspires me to keep going and trying. You mean more to me than you know Bran and I love you.
“Dreams come true and then they die. It’s time for new ones to come along. But the old ones still stand strong holding all the memories.” This quote comes from my mom and this post is for her. I like the quote and I liked her thought behind it. For her one of her dreams is coming to an end and it’s sad. It’s hard to watch something like that die. But it leaves room for something new. This tree above has had some life to it for the five years that we’ve known it. And then it finally died this year. But it still stands, tall and strong and holding all the memories of the past five years. And Mom I want to let you know that I am so proud of you and how hard you worked for your dream and even though it’s coming to a close just think of everything that awaits and the new dreams that will come.
I have never been one to wear gloves. Dirt, mud, dust, grime, oil, grease, blisters, splinters. They don’t bug me. I’m rough on my hands. They almost always have cuts or blisters and there are scars on them. At my job though I have started to wear gloves, mainly because I was getting splinters and smashing my hands too much. And in a week of wearing them I have worn holes in the leather. It’s amazing how quickly the gloves deteriorate and yet our hands stay healthy. They have an amazing ability to heal themselves. Wearing the gloves showed me how hard I am on my hands and how strong my hands are.
Chris Lynch. An amazing mother. A strong woman. Beautiful. Courageous. Hopeful. Supportive. Giving. Loving. Role model. We will always have a bond, that not even death can take away.
Chris lost her son Jordan 8years ago to suicide. Standing by her side, watching her cry, the pain she endures, the moments she wants to break down, yet all the love and compassion she still has to offer. Jordan’s friends call her Momma Lynch. They bring their children over to meet someone who was always a positive influence as they grew up. Jordan’s father still, to this day, coaches the local track team where Jordan attended school.
Amazing people with more to offer, cheated of so many experiences, yet finding ways to still give back and be a part.
I love them as they are my own set of parents. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for not just me, but all whose lives you’ve touched. For raising two boys. For enduring so much pain, yet still loving and laughing. For allowing me to be a part of your life. Be a part of who you are. I love you Chris & Keith Lynch ❤
The Lilly house. It’s a beautiful mansion. It’s usually shot from the front, so I like this shot from the back. You have to walk about beautiful paths through gardens full of flowers to get to it. And then you turn around a corner and it emerges through trees. And there it is. Standing elegant and strong to this day. A very old mansion from another time, still holding onto and presenting the elegance and wealth of its time.
Found this gem the other day while out driving and knew it would hold a beautiful photo at night under the stars. Its all I could think about while at work, hoping the clouds would break and the stars would be bright. Just as I hoped the clouds opened the stars glowed and the moon made a guest appearance. I felt a little odd shooting this as its in someone front yard, but I couldn’t pass it up. I made it quick and was still able to get the shot I wanted.
It was only after I got home and viewed the photo, that I fell more in love. ‘1887’ is on the roof. Wow! What this little house has held, seen and will never share. 127 years. Unfathomable. The bricks still hold the words once spoke here. The windows watch new life come and go. The ivy grows stronger every year guarding and locking the hidden secrets never to be shared. The trees stand taller than the years before guarding and protecting.
Shot in awe on a country road, once slowly traveled by history.