In my defense, I have always preferred to take photos that say something. I learned the elements of photography via a photojournalism class at the University of Florida, so I’m telling a story in most of the photos I like to put out into the world. OR I’m mirroring something I’m feeling inside to you. I don’t usually just go for pretty, although taking photos of flowers does lighten my soul a little.
Times like these, souls do need a little lifting. I’m gonna keep taking photos of pretty flowers. But I’m also on the lookout for images that say something deeper. We need to be reminded that right now, the US is this trash can. It’s beat up and rusted out, yet someone is still putting it out on the curb with shit in it for trash pickup on Monday morning. THIS trash can still has use. That’s a fucking metaphor, people.
Another black man has been shot by police. Protestors are being beaten, tear-gassed, and shot. White supremacists are being thanked for showing up at a protest with their guns. Meanwhile, the Republican National Circus has speakers on its platform talking about how white people are feeling fear. Fear of losing their suburbs. Their god. The resounding refrain of “WHAT THE FUCK” is ringing through the heads of all reasonable people on this planet whenever this president opens his maw.
The US is so fucked. So broken. So in need of repair, love, some body work, rustoleum, a can of silver spray paint. Let’s fix it up and TAKE OUT THE TRASH.