photography
Photography that showcases the best, worst and everyday moments of modern relationships.
Follow Your Dream
The old school at the end of the cul-de-sac had stood empty for some time. No little feet ran through the gym, no laughter echoed in the classrooms, no smell of mildewing lunches in cubbies permeated the halls. It had been years since Bellshore Public had been a working elementary school. Now the vines grew across the outside of the old brick and cinder block walls. The windows were mostly all painted shut, and the doorways were covered with plywood, and some were chained with heavy iron locks. In the playground, the old play structures had weeds and shrubs growing around them, and were rusting from lack of care. Some of the walls had been tagged by local graffiti artists, and the concrete around the rest of the yard had heaved and buckled with time and the shifting earth underneath. The school was one of those buildings that had seemed to just always be there. The neighbors couldn’t remember a time before it was built, and now that it had withered with disuse, the community mainly pretended it wasn’t there -- an eyesore, but mostly an invisible one. Except for the urban explorers. They loved the school and all the antiquated items found inside. It made a perfect subject for their photography. They had found secret ways of getting inside, and once inside they skulked about snapping shots of torn basketball nets, piles of desks, mountains of old rotting textbooks, broken cubby hooks and just about anything else they could find that looked like “urbex art”. Seth Collins was one of these young urban explorers. Just shy of 22, and still living at home with his parents, he had taken a gap year to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, and while working shifts at a local photography shop, he discovered that what he loved was capturing a beautiful and original photograph.
By Mandy Albania Weiner5 years ago in Humans
Hartford Has "It"!
1: Where are you from? It was not until I left home, that I realized what “home” truly meant to me as a Black American. As an undergraduate student, in the summer of 2018, I studied abroad in Ecuador. While there a handful of students and I participated in a social entrepreneurship program that aimed to help local indigenous communities establish and launch international business ventures for community development, social good, and general self-efficacy.
By Princess Tay-Arjana5 years ago in Humans
Bendigo
It is a place of magic, my hometown. It’s like a photo album, filled with all of my memories that made a difference in my life. It all happened here. It is a place of magic, my hometown. It’s like a photo album, filled with all of my memories that made a difference in my life. It all happened here.
By Sarah Harris5 years ago in Humans
The Soken
There are so many things we know instinctively. No life lesson is necessary. No one had ever needed to tell me that humans are cruel to their own kind. No one had needed to teach me how to accept a punch in the playground, when I was outnumbered. I was five years old when my teacher told me I was dying, in front of everyone. Children do not know instinctively they might die, because they have not yet begun to live. I was eleven years old when the doctor at the hospital told me I was not dying anymore. There were a lot of people in that room, most of them student doctors. The style of delivery was self-congratulatory, and somehow crass. I did not know how I was supposed to react. I just blinked. My parents seemed equally perplexed. There was no explanation as to what my mysterious medical condition had been. No one claimed to have cured anything. Possibly because no one had claimed to have found anything wrong with me. I was going to live, and that was that.
By JoJoBonetto5 years ago in Humans
Hometown Growing
I came to my hometown in the year 2001 as a shy and feisty ten year old. I can still remember crying in my room of our new house, wishing I was with my good friends in my old city. We had been through a lot as a family at that time, and we were looking to have a new start and a better life. Like many, we did not have it easy and each of us had (and still have) our own traumas and life experiences that scarred us and shaped us into our being. We loved each other very much, but maybe were not equipped with the knowledge and tools to take care of our mental health.
By Nicole Horn5 years ago in Humans
The Land of Enchantment
Dulce, New Mexico, located on the Jicarilla Apache Reservation is where I called home for twenty years. I was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming, but when I was six months old, my parents relocated to Dulce. My father received a job offer from the tribe for an accounting position. Because my mother had been working in Cheyenne as a nurse, it was no trouble for her to find work in the medical field working for the Indian Health Services and later as the director of the EMT's.
By Robyn Moss 5 years ago in Humans
Best Friends Miles apart
September 2nd, 2019. The photo on the left is my best friends’ picture that was taken approximately 16:12 up at M.Gurr Lake, Blue Jay Lake. She had sent me a message to see if I wanted to join her, our cousin and aunt on that hike that morning. I had a hard time deciding if I wanted to sweat on a hike or be all sweaty on the ocean trying to slay a halibut for dinner. It was a bit of a tough decision at the time ha-ha. I just said heck with it, I was on a mission and wanted to catch at least something on the rod before the long weekend ended and before summer ended. We spend the last bit of summer on the ocean, unfortunately we couldn’t get the boat in the water sooner because it needed a bit of TLC before it was reliable enough to take out for the day. We didn’t want to get so far away from home or people and have it break down on us, so we made sure it was durable before going out past Clayton Falls first.
By Lashand Nelson6 years ago in Humans
Together Apart
In this time many of us are not allowed to see the ones we love using virtual platforms is becoming much more common and to many, a necessity. We are from Two Harbors Minnesota which is a very small town with a population of under 3,000 and nobody’s a stranger. The relationships created with those around us impact us daily. Whether we realize it or not, simple everyday interactions are a crucial aspect of life as we know it. As soon as the world began to shut down, my girlfriend Calli and I were not allowed to see eachother anymore. It proved to be one of the biggest challenges that we would have to face.
By Zack Blaisdell6 years ago in Humans
I Just Want a Damn Hug. Second Place in Better Days Challenge. Top Story - May 2020.
Today is May 14th 2020; it’s my 28th birthday. While most people seem bummed about their birthday falling during the stay at home order in New York City, I am happy with it. Of course there are things I would rather do and places I would rather be, but I assume I will never have a birthday like this again and that's what makes it memorable. Much like the symbolism of a birthday - another spin around the sun, time passing - I know this time will pass and we’re getting closer to that day.
By Christian Johnson6 years ago in Humans
Homeless Adventures Part One
They call this area the “18th Street Bridge”. "Who's they?" you may be asking yourself. Well, it's predominately the homeless that call it that. It's where some of us homeless folk like to congregate for Church at The Garden. Yes, let me clear that up for you... I am homeless.
By Zoleeta Myers-West6 years ago in Humans
