The other side.
So as many of you already know, I am back in college and enjoying the heck out of it. It has pushed me to strive for so much more and has helped me understand what is an image that can stand the test of time as well as what not to do. I am so grateful that I was able to take this class and I also got to know some pretty awesome people in the process. I am so sad to see it go. Anyway! We have projects in this class and I have my final coming up next week. I have been trying to decide which project to choose. I have one that is fun and gives me great joy. The other one is an idea I have been thinking about for months and now that I got to do it, I am a better person for it. I understand "the other side".
Our town is divided by East and West. We don't have such descriptions in NY. Our towns are just towns. You don't have an East Maybrook and a West Maybrook. We just have a Maybrook. For some reason, East here in TX has a connotation of lesser. There is a group of people that tends to populate "the other side". The people who are considered immigrants. I see them at the bus stop in the cold, in the heat, in the morning, the afternoon. They stay and bear the weather, the stares from other people, hunger and much more, because they must bring the daily bread home. I for one never knew how to appreciate these people until I spent some time with them these past two weeks. This project made me appreciate what I have. Made me realize that there are people who would give anything to have very little of what I take for granted each day. They made me laugh, cry and think. They are "the other side" of my town. They are "the other side" of culture. They are "the other side" which many are afraid to even cross to. I am so proud to share some images of what I experienced by spending some time on "the other side"
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