This morning, we awoke to the sound of very large trucks on our street. Just out of frame (to the right) were enormous bulldozers (excavators, my son would correct).
The were tearing down the house just to the right of the white one there. They are building a new home in its place, and the machinery they were dropping off was blowing my son’s mind.
Two hours later, the entire house was gone.
I don’t have any internet shares today — I was shooting for a magazine about an hour south of the metro area today and have been out of pocket. But I will tell you about this.
Last summer, when I was taking all those photos out at Colorado State University, I was teamed up with an amazing student intern who wrangled all of the models. She was about to start her last year of school, and was a tireless worker. She made me laugh and was so fun to be around. This is her.
Last Wednesday, on her birthday, she was gunned down and died at the scene. She had turned 22. She was not what I would call a “friend,” as we barely knew each other, so there’s no need to send condolences. But she was a colleague who made and impression and I am so angry about the state of mental health care in this country I could spit.
I am also pissed as all hell about gun control, but since she was killed by a military man, I realize many will argue that tougher laws wouldn’t have stopped this. Those arguments are valid, but I still am fed up with the types of weapons everyday people can get their hands on.
If you’d like to read more about her, here you go. She was lovely.