Marcy stood at the crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. The whispers of despair echoed in her ears, tempting her to surrender.

Time stretched out like an endless desert, each grain of sand a moment of despair. The horizon offered no hope...

I am many shades of colors: Olive, white, peach, espresso. I came from faraway lands, across the oceans, Traveling in ships, chained or free. I have lived here for thousands of years; My people came across the Bering Strait before settling... In my flesh, I am stained with flags from many countries. My blood has been poured, and my blood has been cleansed. Who am I, you ask? I am… America’s firstborn, A blend of Spanish, African, French, English, Italian… I am Caribbean.

This heartfelt post explores the challenging realities of homelessness, examining how factors like mental illness, choice, and circumstance intertwine. Beyond personal reflection, it provides practical methods to offer support and lists vital community resources for those in need in Elgin/St Charles area in Illinois.

To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place…I’ve found it has little to do...