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In my struggles, I found myself under a bridge. I sought to capture the movement of water because, somehow, the movement in my life had halted. Instead, I found myself gazing on the words etched upon her structure. The tattoo she bore went far deeper than originally intended. Mental health and disabilities is not the only factor in homelessness and suicide, it's our trash that we litter throughout the lives of others that drives individuals in the wrong direction. Ultimately, we destroy lives.
Part of the "Hope Collection" by Brendan S Bigney (The Nuclear Cowboy), Marine Corps Veteran, photographer, and Multi-Award Winning Author.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2022
These photographs were taken as I struggled against sexual harassment and eventually lost my job and my home...
My PTSD was at its height and I was fighting for something to hang onto.
These photos represent the struggle with depression, PTSD, and sexual harassment, as seen in black and white under the bridge, or in the grey of the sky, or in a lifeless hand trying to live. A lone cluster of leaves struggles amongst colorful petals. How coldly we are separated.
Yet, even beneath the bridge, color is scrawled across its dominating structure. Through the remains of a fallen tree, the red post signals. Against grey backgrounds, flowers still bloom and the rungs of a ladder still speak of the need for safety.
But when we gather in the darkest valley where all has dimmed and we fight on, the grass grows green as color returns, and the sun shines through the thin red veil, as the flower fills with hope.
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In my struggles, I found myself under a bridge. I sought to capture the movement of water because, somehow, the movement in my life had halted. Instead, I found myself gazing on the words etched upon her structure. The tattoo she bore went far deeper than originally intended. Mental health and disabilities is not the only factor in homelessness and suicide, it's our trash that we litter throughout the lives of others that drives individuals in the wrong direction. Ultimately, we destroy lives.
Part of the "Hope Collection" by Brendan S Bigney (The Nuclear Cowboy), Marine Corps Veteran, photographer, and Multi-Award Winning Author.
nuclearcowboy.com
Created
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
These photographs were taken as I struggled against sexual harassment and eventually lost my job and my home...
My PTSD was at its height and I was fighting for something to hang onto.
These photos represent the struggle with depression, PTSD, and sexual harassment, as seen in black and white under the bridge, or in the grey of the sky, or in a lifeless hand trying to live. A lone cluster of leaves struggles amongst colorful petals. How coldly we are separated.
Yet, even beneath the bridge, color is scrawled across its dominating structure. Through the remains of a fallen tree, the red post signals. Against grey backgrounds, flowers still bloom and the rungs of a ladder still speak of the need for safety.
But when we gather in the darkest valley where all has dimmed and we fight on, the grass grows green as color returns, and the sun shines through the thin red veil, as the flower fills with hope.
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