It’s been unsettling, to say the least, since the 2016 presidential election. Some days I feel as if the world has been turned upside down, and I am falling off.

During the warm months in my town, families bring their children to play and cool off in a fountain near my home. I make my way there during the golden hour, just as the sun begins to slip down into the horizon, and I photograph.

These pictures are very dark, but in the slivers of light, in the rimming of water droplets, heads, arms, legs and toys, I look for signs of hope… for ways to hold on.

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It’s been unsettling, to say the least, since the 2016 presidential election. Some days I feel as if the world has been turned upside down, and I am falling off.

During the warm months in my town, families bring their children to play and cool off in a fountain near my home. I make my way there during the golden hour, just as the sun begins to slip down into the horizon, and I photograph.

These pictures are very dark, but in the slivers of light, in the rimming of water droplets, heads, arms, legs and toys, I look for signs of hope… for ways to hold on.