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Black and White In Plain Site

Culturally, humans celebrate historical moments and locations differently. It's often done in ways that most individuals outside of each subgroup will never understand. The reverence for whatever significance these places and things hold usually shows themselves subtly, and/or boldly.
 
The essence of these special places and moments are seldom captured without mounds of emotion. If by happenstance someone fails to acknowledge or address them, everyone present will asked two very important questions. Who's responsible for capturing our most precious moments, and who will make sure that they're captured moving forward?

The Ritz, Washington Street High Point, NC
  
The Celebrated Robert Hayes, 56 Year Barber/Entrepreneur, Washington Street, High Point, NC
After those two questions have been answered, and the call to the assignment has been accepted by a responsible party, the work starts.  The unnerving task of documenting history begins.  The chosen party must be a resource.  He or she has to be a fearless visionary, one that doesn't drive a deeper wedge between what most are unwilling to understand, and the obstacles of truth that come with the assignment.  The photos captured have to breathe the art of pure journalism.  They have to posses that characteristic in order for the images to resonate with the masses.  The work has to pay homage to those that have stood the test of time on both sides of the tracks.  

Divide Two Ways, High & Low
Each and every image has to be unapologetic-ally honest. They must celebrate all that's forgotten, and all that exist, while embracing the wisdom from unexpected places.

 
Rail Road Crossing Bridge, Washington Street, High Point, NC




No matter the roads traveled, we must celebrate our brothers journeys.  If we don't, who will? 

Left: Kenny Shaw, Sitting Right Darius Brewington former Standout Student Athletes T. Wingate Andrews High School
 
Black and White in Plain Site, unapologetic-ally celebrating and re-writing the narrative.  


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