Oranje Popsicle

I saw this woman on the train during one of the coldest days of December 2016. I like the color orange. It may be because I was born a ginger. It may be because sunrise and sunsets are magical. It may be because I used to love watching the Oranje (The Dutch National Football Team)…

Not All Christmas’ Are Merry

If you look closely at this picture you will notice the syringe in his right hand. It’s empty. Based on his grogginess for the few moments he became semi-coherent enough to flush out the needle with some water he had stored in the remains of a pop can, I assume he was either on heroin…

Remembering Insanity

The fact that we need to create this type of memorial is a sad reflection on American society. These people were killed by a heart filled with hate. America is supposed to be a melting pot. It is one of the aspects of this country we were to take pride in when I was in…

The Sacking of America

When I took the photo, I was focusing on the mother and the child and the surrounding colors. I loved the imagery. It wasn’t until I put it in this post and began writing that I noticed the saber held by the white hand, noticed the three-masted schooner bearing crosses, the symbol of a loving…

Burning Down The House

This is a section of a large wall mural a few blocks south of my home. I marvel at the artistry of wall murals but am disturbed by the content of the image. I have family on the police force so have a slight understanding of the risk they take every day to keep our…

0 Shots, 0 Killed

Within a half mile of my home in Chicago, this sign is painted on a wall on Division street. Sadly, on this Sunday morning, it was not true. There were a 8 recorded shootings with two of the victims being killed. One of the deceased was 17 and the other 35. The reasons for the…