Not everyone carries a sign, donates money, or fights. I document history-as-it’s-happening and shine a light on stories that need telling in a world in crisis (plus vote with my pedals, fork, ballot, and dollars for the kind of world I want). Find your own way. Your unique gifts are also your unique offerings. We are all needed both professionally and personally at this critical crossroads (climate, health, wellness, equity) in ways that are authentic to our purpose on earth. Embrace your calling (and don’t feel pressured by others who have different callings), and trust the journey.
the rest of this post is republished from January 19, 2021
Armed with nothing more than a bike and a body camera, a cell phone and a self willing to bear witness, I joined others preserving history and herstory (and my story as I caught a reflection in an occasional elevator or storefront mirror) at protest after protest, march after march, corner after corner these past four years (and before).
If interested in a small sample, see street photography taken while Traveling at the Speed of Bike from the Women’s March, Airport Protest, Power to the Polls Rally (where I heard Stacey Abrams speak for the first time), Families Belong Together March, the MLK Jr. Day March and Protest, climate protests, Black Lives Matter protests, and the moment the body of John Lewis arrived at the Georgia State Capitol, shortly before the crowd gathering to view his casket sang this song:
Today the Georgia State Capitol is surrounded by fences and armed forces ahead of tomorrow’s inauguration in Washington, D.C. of the new president of the United States of America.
I was there a few years ago, bearing witness, when the new statue of Martin Luther King, Jr. was dedicated.
A city councilor of mine was there that day, as well. She is now the first female mayor of the City of Dunwoody, Georgia.
I was there for this, and this, and this:
There have been so many people holding signs elsewhere as well. At city halls and street corners. In parks and at parades. In Atlanta and its suburbs. In Boston. In L.A.
There have been photo captures, like these, that have simply taken my breath away by what they tell us about our society right now:
And now, today is the last day of this particular, tumultuous chapter in our nation’s history. And I will, once again, strap on my camera and head on out there to document it.