From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sydni Yoshie Rounds

Back when my sole concerns in the world were sneakers and the WDYWT thread on ISS, Sydni Yoshie was Queen. Beautiful, creative, outspoken, and Eighteen; she embodied anything that I had ever thought about. Her photography was different, impressive. In the close to two years since she's passed I've seen too many pictures from "photographers" with nothing more than a focused subject and a blurred background..Sydni's Photo's all seemed to concretize who she was, and that artistic region of the mind that everyone has, but few showcase.

Browsing a tattoo thread, she had posted a picture of hers; a watch who's hands were on the number's of her brother's death. The tattoo was unique and all the more heartbreaking when she too passed away, a victim of reckless driving.

Funny how a close to complete stranger can have such a profound effect on someones life; Six months after her death I got my first camera and haven't been able to find anything that ignites my passion more, with the exception of writing. It's amazing how someone can change your life without even trying, just by being themselves.

With that I reiterate, be yourself and touch a life.

R.I.P Sydni Yoshie Rounds

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