I have a project I’m working on with photos and stories at www.domesticviolencearoudus.com. The driver behind it is the reality that 1:4 women will experience domestic violence at some point in their life. This is horrifying to me.
I did photos with a brave volunteer this Saturday about 6 hours from home, then came home Sunday after going another hour north to stay at my cousin’s house over night. I posted the photos and story tonight. Doing so brought tears to my eyes. I guess there’s supposed to be some shame in that for me, but, I don’t see how you can’t cry, at least internally after reading the story.
I’ll continue to do the work. If they can suffer through it, then be brave enough to share it, then I can do my part…
Of the bazillion flower photos I’ve done, I’ve only really liked a handful of them. I recently culled about 50,000 photos from my library, and, sadly, lots of my flower photos were casualties. Anyways, when I saw the light and shadows playing on the daffodils in my back yard a few weeks ago, I went running for my camera. I don’t think this photo sucks, but reserve the right to change my mind at a later date.
The grass is still a little brown in this photograph. Spring is happening, but hasn’t gotten to all the plants yet. That’s one reason I love daffodils: they’re the first clue that the harsh winter is over and spring is coming.
This old truck was sitting alongside the road west of Dover, Delaware, and I had to stop and do some photos of it. I drive this road every day. It feels like I could have done this photo in 1958 or now.
Black and white of an old farm truck still in use. Parked alongside Hazletville Road, west of Dover, DE, as workers take a break.Old farm truck in a field at the edge of the road while workers take a break
