My first attempt at trying to “paint” with light.
Yesterday it was really foggy most of the day and I thought it would be a great opportunity to take photos of the many graveyards scattered throughout the area. This one was conveniently located behind the Aldi’s grocery store and next to Lowe’s. Most of the graves were from the 1800′s
One of the many bridges over the Mississippi
Tell us about something you’ve done that you would advise a friend never to do.
Be silent. I can remember growing up and every time I would try to argue my point with my mother I would get shut down by her hand being thrown into the air and the words “I don’t want to hear it”. Over the years I learned not to say anything and not to defend myself. I am 36 now and going through a lot of things where I really need to know how to speak up for myself and I had grown quite frustrated at my inability to do that until a recent event that took place in the Principals office at my son’s school. It enraged me for days and I finally realized I can’t do this to myself anymore. I have a voice and I deserve to be heard…I have something to say even if you don’t want to hear it. It was easier to be silent, I didn’t feel I had the strength to fight, but it was killing me inside.
My advice to anyone is find your strength and overcome your fears, because the only one getting hurt is you if you don’t stand up for yourself.
This is part of my Anonymous Faces project inspired by victims of domestic violence and those that struggle with addiction and homelessness. I hope to use it to help those that help the needy.
Posted: November 5, 2012 in Art, Children, Family, Inspiration, Local, Photography, Portrait, Random, Uncategorized, Urban
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Letter to my 14 year old self…
Poor, dear Tonya. I often see you sitting on your bedroom floor watching the blood drip from your arm for the first time. Some thought it was just a phase…just the age of angst. 22 years later you will still be watching the blood drip from your arm. They told you things would get better…you didn’t believe them…and you were right…you often ask what the hell are you still doing here…but somehow you stay…there is something you are searching for that you still believe you will find…but it is a very tumultuous journey with many, many obstacles and wicked deceivers. You hold on to the memory of when you were 8 and you thought you could change the world and you still believe you will someday. You are lonely, but not alone. When you are down today you look back and say I still wouldn’t change a thing.
Ever meet those people that radiate kindness yet they are lost? I met my boyfriends cousin last year and was immediately charmed by him, my heart went out to him like a big sister…he was the brother I never had and always wanted. He died today and although I didn’t get to know him long I am deeply saddened that he is gone…overdose. He was 32.