fury
I drove all the way out Bailey Hill to Lorane, Oregon today to take pictures of an organic farm and the farmhands. On the way out of town, however, I saw something so terrible and so touching that I wished I could stop the car and capture the moment, just so I could bottle the raw emotion. A little girl, maybe four years old, was sitting on the section of lawn between the sidewalk and street of West 11th. She was red faced and crying, grass and daisies bunched up in her fists. And, as I watched her in her little Sunday dress, she cried out and beat at herself, slapping her own face in pure fury and frustration. I was touched. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her to stop hurting herself because I knew that at that moment she was, in any words she had, calling herself stupid.