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It seems a little odd to be posting so many dustbowl photos during winter, but Los Angeles seems to have mostly skipped right over winter. I know the rest of t...
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It seems a little odd to be posting so many dustbowl photos during winter, but Los Angeles seems to have mostly skipped right over winter. I know the rest of the country is suffering from intense cold, but I wish we could have just a little more and take some of the burden off the rest of you. Heat makes all my symptoms much worse, and I look forward to winter as a reprieve from the LA sun, but that seems to not be an option this year. We have daffodils blooming happily in our yard. How ridiculous is that?
Anyway, with out unseasonable heat, and the way I was feeling the last couple weeks, this was a therapeutic image to work on. I feel it would be unwise to get into the details of it too much online, at least right now, but there are some major, bureaucratic changes and threats to my healthcare and income. Things are looking up a little more now, but it's been an extremely stressful few weeks trying to deal with it.
It always feels just <i&bt;so unfair<-i&bt; when you're not only having to fight with your body by being sick every day, but fighting The System too. In Timothy Egan's incredible history of the dustbowl, a href="http:--www.amazon.com-The-Worst-Hard-Time-Survived-dp-0618773479" target="blank" rel="nofollow"&bt;The Worst Hard Time (which I highly recommend) he recounted stories of how relentless the dust blown on the wind was. There was absolutely no stopping it. Nothing you did would ever keep it all out. When it was blowing, it would get inside, dirty every single thing in your house, coat every living creature with a film of dirt, turn clean water to mud and choke the lungs of those who breathed it. The relentlessness of it was bad enough that its on record for having driven several people insane.
Life can often feel like that, the duster-without-an-end, a pointless fight where you'll only get pushed down again. But who knows when the next rain will come and clear things up? It could be any day now.
Model: Katie Johnson: https:--www.facebook.com-KatieJohnsonActress
http:--sarahallegra.com
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Anyway, with out unseasonable heat, and the way I was feeling the last couple weeks, this was a therapeutic image to work on. I feel it would be unwise to get into the details of it too much online, at least right now, but there are some major, bureaucratic changes and threats to my healthcare and income. Things are looking up a little more now, but it's been an extremely stressful few weeks trying to deal with it.
It always feels just <i&bt;so unfair<-i&bt; when you're not only having to fight with your body by being sick every day, but fighting The System too. In Timothy Egan's incredible history of the dustbowl, a href="http:--www.amazon.com-The-Worst-Hard-Time-Survived-dp-0618773479" target="blank" rel="nofollow"&bt;The Worst Hard Time (which I highly recommend) he recounted stories of how relentless the dust blown on the wind was. There was absolutely no stopping it. Nothing you did would ever keep it all out. When it was blowing, it would get inside, dirty every single thing in your house, coat every living creature with a film of dirt, turn clean water to mud and choke the lungs of those who breathed it. The relentlessness of it was bad enough that its on record for having driven several people insane.
Life can often feel like that, the duster-without-an-end, a pointless fight where you'll only get pushed down again. But who knows when the next rain will come and clear things up? It could be any day now.
Model: Katie Johnson: https:--www.facebook.com-KatieJohnsonActress
http:--sarahallegra.com
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