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A Day, A Photo

I grabbed this shot as I left No. 39 School. Part of a larger project now including Freedom School, documenting the struggles and strengths of Rochester city teachers. I hope to show two very different approaches to education. One involves a traditional class structure, with the master storyteller engaging, inspiring and controlling his students. The other involves traditional African dance called Harambee to get dem kidzzzz to act unified and get enthusiastic about reading!

I was thinking about what I would want to be if I wasn’t a photographer, and can say confidently that I would like to be a teacher. After helping with reading, and even fractions (i hate fractions, those fuckers) I am very attached to the potential of helping others care about thinking and doing. Maybe I want to be a teacher no matter what, in the sense that I can develop a new forum for photography to be educational and relevant. But that’s crazy talk right now. On to the next one.

This was the first time I’ve discreetly lifted my camera in Andrew J. Townsend Elementary, and I’m starting to see possibilities. Soon.

Also, I’ll be shooting at this place this weekend. Dope.

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The more you know…

A Day, A Photo

The train at the bottom was the strangest thing. Called the Union Pacific, all of the cars are industries from the book Atlas Shrugged. My introduction to philosophy, this Objectivist tract is almost laughable to me now, and I found it even funnier to see it memorialized in model train format.

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Devil’s Bathtub.

A Day, A Photo

I’ve been tutoring a child named Mystical. I never finished reading Animorphs, so I’m making him read #49 so he can tell me how it ends. This photo is unrelated. And bad. But I was thinking that with a lot of pictures, the “art” is in the caption. So there.

A Day, A Photo

At the vigil for Christine Sevilla.

Woman: You’re not from the D & C, are you?
Me: No ma’am. I’m from RIT.
Woman: God bless you. GOD bless you.
Man: Can we go NOW, honey?
Me: Click.

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A guy stops his car and asks me, “You gonna eat that?”

I go, “I don’t think I could carry it, much less eat it.”

He responds, “I’m going to feed my family,” and proceeds to pull over and poke at it.