Shit. I wish I didn’t kill my last account on here.
This place held such a pivotal position in my heart in some of my darkest days.
It must have been early 2016 the first time I signed up for Ello.
Things were so different then in some ways. I was still in the closet, and it was weighing on me more on the daily. Depression got to the worst it’d ever been.
Plus my dog was run over. (She survived. So did I).
Two years on and things couldn't be more different or the same. I'm out to the world these days. Still confused, still depressed, but I have a good psychiatrist finally, anda small but strong support base.
My Wonderdog Lily survived, and her brush with death and my rude awakening to her mortality pushed me in a new direction, photographically.
Nowadays I take photos of dogs almost exclusively.
I want their humans to have lasting, happy images of their most unconditional friends. I know how important my photos of Lily are to me, and I can only imagine other people would feel the same.
Or maybe they'd be happy with their cellphone pictures.
I don't know. Some people see value in my work and I’m trying to build a living from it.