Here is a collection of photos I have accumulated throughout the last year, in or near Minneapolis. Each image has a deep meaning to me personally. I hope they trigger an emotional response in you as well, maybe a smile, maybe a frown at the blurry quality, but definitely an empathetic feeling.
This is a collection of people, places, and things that I love.
It’s a fact, people love photo blogs, because they are easy to read and even easier to make. Here is my version of a photo blog piece.
Note: I am a novice photographer, at most photography is a hobby of mine. However, I did not pay a fortune in art school to acquire my picture taking skills, thankfully. So, take from that what you will. And if you did go to art school I still think you are super cool, just in debt, and make sure to do what you are passionate about. Respect.
Daniel C. is my true inspiration for taking photos (sadly I have no photos of Dan in this post, but I will have photos of him shortly); like he says (and I loosely paraphrase), you cannot take a photo if you do not have your camera with you, and some things aren’t meant to be captured on film (like the sunset in black and white). Thanks for inspiration Dan, and Jess (for leaving these sites up on my desktop this AM: TheGoodWinProject.com and A Well Traveled Woman), I could not have thought this project up without you two.
Again, these are photos of people I love and areas of the city I frequent frequently, living in Minneapolis has done this to me.
These photos are proof that I know Minneapolis better than everyone else. I love you all.
Disclaimer: If you are featured in this album and you don’t like your picture I don’t give a shit (you know who you are, so love yourself for your flaws. We all have them), don’t tell me about it. Don’t like that? Sue me.
If you are not in these photos, I love you too. There is plenty of time for you to be in the 2nd edition. Thanks… Enjoy,
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I’m scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, “Vigilante”
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my children
One shot they disappearin’
It’s ill when MC’s used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, “Ready to Die,” listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that’s why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid“