Chattanooga civil rights activist Johnny Holloway photographed in his home for Chatter Magazine.
He wasn’t expecting me, so he asked me to wait in the living room while he changed but told me not to expect a tie. And I didn’t mind one bit.
^ Haters, take note.
What did you dream of today?
Can someone please confiscate my computer? I am trying to write an article.
He was researching his family genealogy.
Internet, meet cute incarnate: babies with sweet stuff.
Gingerbread house workshop shot for the Chattanooga Times Free Press
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I absolutely adored Europe, I’d love to go back and spend more time in one place rather than vagabond all around (that was fun too, but I’d like to get to know an area better. I spent two weeks in Berlin and thought that was great, but I still barely scratched the surface of that city).
Photographing Small Business Saturday for the Chattanooga Times Free Press & localvores everywhere.
Shake ya tailfeather
Ira Ray is dying.
There’s really no nice way to say it. Ira’s 85 (by her best estimate) and has a host of health problems, including a severe lung condition, that have put her under hospice care in her home.
But Ira Ray has lived.
Ira’s raised seven children, two grandchildren and a chubby chihuahua mix named Prada. She’s been through two husbands and two mill jobs– the first job was to support the family amid her first husband’s drinking and at the second job Ira met her second husband. When that husband aged and fell ill, Ira nursed him herself.
Ira says she’s not used to people taking care of her, but in the time we’ve spent together, I’ve seen only a beautiful give and take. Ira may not be able to “get in the kitchen and cook some supper,” the way she wants to, but she’s got great stories and even better advice.
Such is the case with her quilt. Her final quilt.
Ira had sewn the individual squares as her health began deteriorating, but is now in such bad shape she can’t stitch it all together. When they heard about this, volunteers from Hospice of Chattanooga began coming to lend their hands and needles to the task.
Both parties call one another a blessing, both parties say they feel lucky to have met one another. Both parties tell me I’m not allowed to repeat the gossip I hear during their sewing sessions.
I am so honored they’ve trusted me to document the story.
To see more from the story, watch my multimedia piece on Ira and read my article for the Times Free Press below the break.
Trying to strike a balance.
A porn Tumblr just started following me and at first I was like “Oh, it’s probably a bot” and then I was like “Maybe someone’s simultaneously dedicated to pornography and the musings of struggling young creatives” and now I’m like “Yeah, a bot.”
To Friday night lights.
Photos for the Chattanooga Times Free Press