Her Voice....

Every morning on the way to drop D off, I pass a wall in Fremont. I stare at it every morning and I've wanted to take pictures there for months. Yesterday I noticed that part of the wall had been ripped off so I knew I better shoot her before She was gone. In my eyes she tells a story of strength, hope, anger, and Freedom...At the end of my shoot with Papa D, I saw a man with a sinister smile on his face and he was walking aimlessly with a hammer. I knew our time was over. Paz.