621 Court D, The Blodgett Homes in Jacksonville, Florida. 1980’s.
Recently, I posed several questions regarding lost narratives and how we go about reconstructing these truths towards uncovering our own.
So, I started here, Granny’s House. Born into a family of three male cousins and an uncle, all within just a few years of one another… This is the place where we cried, we laughed and joked, we grew up together and now we reminisce.
These homes have been long torn down but in simply reading articles and stories about how they were riddled with violence, crime and considered a “public failure” at urban renewal seems like a contradiction to the safe place that my grandmother created. It’s the home of so many fond memories and I ask myself, how could that be a failure?
My cousin and I, taken by Granny.
Part of a personal project in self discovery.
Wayne Lawrence, Orchard Beach: The Bronx Riviera
I’ve learned that most of what we really learn and can carry with us, is taught outside of school.
Faith and Consistency will guide you.
Thank you for reaching out!And a with little help from a photographer friend of mine: KEEP SHOOTING! :)
I would love to see a platform/archive that highlights the various complexities of our people.This blog, is only my small contribution towards the bigger story. I can’t do it alone. I won’t even pretend.
So I pose two questions:
1. How do we go about creating this platform, collectively?
2. Most importantly, how will it be sustained?
I have a private collection of photographs that will probably never meet the internet.
Something to hold on to for later.
Life. Culture. Storytelling.
Even more awesome that folks keep up with me :)
Just read this hit theaters Sept. 5th.. Looking forward to watching it.
Brother, love your work!!
Thank you sis, I can’t claim any rights to these photographs. Simply a collection so what’s mine is yours!
I’m guessing this was something I posted. Unfortunately, I can’t recall the photograph. If possible, please provide a link.
I am humbled!