Split Second Staccato

i covered an arts class in jail put on by redemptionart.org, an organization that exhibits and sells the inmates' art.
it was difficult to understand the magnitude of these women's life inside. i thought about it as I walked out the sturdy iron doors and as I drove home through heavy clouds and the sun setting over the lake. i thought about it as I ordered dinner and walked into my apartment. reality is different in there. i haven't spent a year in jail. or two. or eight. but i came away feeling that life is harsh, sometimes too harsh to grasp. these women won't smell oncoming rain or get to chose what to eat tonight or walk into an apartment of their own for years to come. these photos of shellie and sasha next to each other drove home those contrasts. interesting stuff that makes me thinky and remember that there is no default to life.