revisiting wresting from 2012

i am not an athlete, nor have i ever been. however, i find tremendous story in the way athletes work, dedicate, experience and grow.

in 2012, the morgan county high school wrestling team competed for the state championship at the gwinnett arena. i photographed the event for the morgan county citizen. but i had more images than they could use, and more story than i was able to incorporate into the print version.
sadly, all my images from this event were lost when my external hard drive crashed the week after the event. but as i was backing up files recently, i realized that before the hard drive corrupted, i had created a video slideshow of the competition. because i could not adjust the slide order, or the speed, the final product isn't perfect.
but it is a story. and i'll share it here for that reason.

empathy: pondering why i tell stories

today, the new york times published this health/science article about how children develop prosocial behavior (defined by arizona state university professor nancy eisenberg as 'voluntary behavior intended to benefit another.')

the article's author, perri class, m.d. writes:

'The ingredients of prosocial behavior, from kindness to philanthropy, are more complex and varied. They include the ability to perceive others’ distress, the sense of self that helps sort out your own identity and feelings, the regulatory skills that prevent distress so severe it turns to aversion, and the cognitive and emotional understanding of the value of helping.'

angelina bellebuono 2007

i don't know if empathy can be taught. but i do believe empathy can be modeled. and i believe that the beginnings of empathy arise from the awareness that we, as humans, are more the same than different.

when i am gathering a story, through photography, writing, or both, one of my primary goals is to share something that will have both personal and universal merit.

as we hear and see the stories from others, perhaps something will strike a chord. resonate. seem a lot like something we've felt or seen or heard personally, even if the story is about someone else.

and perhaps, through their story, we will have the opportunity to walk a few steps in shoes other than those that we're wearing on our feet today.

based on the research in the new york times' article, it seems that children show signs of empathetic behaviors from an early age. i wonder if it also begins disappearing, bit by bit by bit, if it's not reinforced by the child's network of caregivers or friends or teachers or classmates.

somewhere in the sandbox or on the school bus or by the office watercooler, the empathy that we naturally demonstrate when young seems to dissipate. as we mature, we hide behind our differences. we make decisions on presumptions and assumptions.

to seek to understand and feel the situation of another becomes a decision. as adults, empathy is a choice. we choose to be kind. we choose to find a way to better understand each other, and accept, in that understanding, our differences.

i don't know if my stories will ever  reach enough people to make a difference in how we understand, relate to, and interact with one another.
regardless, i'll keep trying.
understanding the origins of empathy might be a place to start.

a parade, from an entirely new perspective.

for many years, i have been the newspaper photographer, working solo, trying to capture every aspect of every event, from beginning to end, from the smallest detail to the widest angle, in this small town.
for the first time in so many years, i am no longer responsible for the big picture. now i can focus on little pictures, instead.
thus, when the awesome staff and volunteers at the humane society of morgan county invited me to ride with them on their float in madison's christmas parade saturday, i did not feel like i was disappointing anyone by shifting my focus from documenting the parade to documenting the view FROM the parade.
this is a quick project to show you what i saw.
(and to remind you that this local humane society has an amazing adoption center with wonderful pets to adopt, and they are always excited to have extra hands. donations to this non-profit are tax deductible, too.)

the first of the milam family's story.

a multimedia project.

a vignette.

hank.

hank was such a fine goat. the brown markings on his face split

by a streak of white, as if a steady stream of milk ran from his chin to his neck.

he was strong. and muscular. but so gentle.

right before he died, he took a liking to loretta, one of the older girls in the
pasture. of course, hank was a wether, so his affection was platonic in the most

goatie of ways. they grazed together, and she followed him around

at sunset, waiting to see where he would settle as night fell.

loretta is an outcast, and hank was the only goat she ever warmed to.
she will miss him, too. just as we do.

postscript:

as is often the case here at oakhaven farm, people who pass the pasture daily notice when something is different. about a month after hank died, a neighbor stopped us as we were taking an evening walk. she was driving a minivan, and paused in the middle of the road, rolling her window down and calling us over to the car. "what happened to hank?" she asked.

i told her hank had died, then i realized her three children were in the back seat.

she turned around, without missing a beat, and said to her three young ones: "hank is in heaven."

i like that thought. hank and gypsy in heaven. i'm going with it.