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Be you
Kelly.....see more images at
Headshots Portraits Commercial Theatrical Corporate Explore Abandoned Lifestyle Creative Photography Photographer
I am always looking to create.
Walk away from what hurts you...
Magic
Sway
Graffiti Art....First place finisher in EVM's Make Art Great Again competition.
Desert Heat...Second place finisher in EVM's Make Art Great Again competition.
Route 66...Third place finish in EVM's Make Art Great Again competition. Probably my absolute favorite set that I have shot.
Barely There....an image from my Dream Series...which is very slowly coming together...
Hurt...
Its been so many years now...nearly a decade. I cannot believe how strong the pain came on after being silent for so long.
I have dealt with probably close to a dozen deaths in my life...most of which, death by violent means. People that I do not know, strangers, but the hurt still exists. The young man who was shot and killed in the doorway of his home, by a rival gang, for retaliation for killing two others, just hours earlier.
Dispatched to the City of San Fernando, a double homicide. Drive by shooting. We shut down Hubbard St to all traffic, north and south. We conducted a search for shell casings, and perhaps a ditched gun. Then we held the line, as word got out to the family. I stood alone on the north end of the crime scene, as family and friends of the victims gathered. You cannot understand the hurt I felt, telling one of the victims mothers that she cannot hold her son and say goodbye. She cannot hold his hand. She cannot be with him, in his time of passing. You cannot understand the hurt I felt, when I needed to physically prevent his crying grandfather from entering any further into the crime scene. His yells, calling his grandsons name. His cries to God asking why?
Perhaps, I can finish this another time, but it hurts me again...
Good and Evil
Carefree moments