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When I pick up my camera & look through the viewfinder, my aim is always the same: see the light, find the beauty…

I’ve struggled with how to share my thoughts on the current events… I keep trying to articulate what my heart feels but I can’t find the words…

I can’t find the beauty…

I see fear & desperation. I see anger & frustration. I see ignorance & confusion. 

But where is the beauty?

There is no beauty in hate. There is no beauty in violence. There is no beauty in senseless deaths. 

But there is beauty…

There is beauty in the voices coming together… in the many admitting to not understand but longing to do so… in the undercurrent that is forcing its way to the surface and saying “enough”…

It’s not fully formed beauty – no, it’s the raw beauty of hope…

The hope that comes from saying “I won’t be silent” and searching to be part of the solution. The hope that is born in awkward conversations with my children that I’m privileged to chose to have, not obligated. The hope that by starting with my heart, my home, my family that our ripples can become waves of change…

That’s where the raw, unfiltered, unedited, uncut beauty lies… 

Like an uncut diamond. I hope the voices, the cries and the tears are cutting our world into a place where fear due to the color of your skin is no longer a thing…

And until then, I’ll have the wrong words, I’ll fall short of enough but I’ll continue to learn, to ache & to grow…

and I’ll pray…



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