Route 66 is a famous highway that crosses the United States, connecting Santa Monica, California on the west with Chicago, Illinois toward the east. It was one of the original highways of the US Highway System.
The route is also the subject of a project by photographer Natalie Slater, titled “The Mother Road Revisited.” Slater found old photos of the route from decades ago and rephotographed them as they appear today.
Sometime in the near future I plan on driving the whole length of Route 66. I’ve driven portions of it here and there but never the whole length. I just need to come up with some new and creative idea that hasn’t been done before to photograph my journey.
I love these. This is how ALL Before-And-After pictures should be done.
“[I]t took decades to unwind the elaborate farce Trump had enacted to project an image as one of the richest people in America. Nearly every assertion supporting that claim was untrue. Trump wasn’t just poorer than he said he was. Over time, I have learned that he should not have been on the first three Forbes 400 lists at all. In our first-ever list, in 1982, we included him at $100 million, but Trump was actually worth roughly $5 million — a paltry sum by the standards of his super-monied peers — as a spate of government reports and books showed only much later…
This was a model Trump would use for the rest of his career, telling a lie so cosmic that people believed that some kernel of it had to be real. The tactic landed him a place on the Forbes list he hadn’t earned — and led to future accolades, press coverage and deals. It eventually paved a path toward the presidency.”
I thought maybe I found a workaround for the mobile app turning line breaks into paragraph breaks, but apparently not completely.
(It’s displaying right in a browser, but not in the app. Looks like it just wants to choke on line breaks now.)
Actively telling people that their hope is worthless and we’re all fucked so why even bother, is actively harmful and further enables those who are trying to do us harm. Why are you empowering those people? Why are you doing their job for them?
Look, I get it. I’m one more symbolic goosestep away from having a complete mental breakdown. I honestly just want to lay down and cry and let the darkness take me at this point. But I can’t. I fucking can’t because I have a duty and a responsibility as a human being to burn as hard and bright as I possibly can in the hopes that it does matter and that it will matter and that sometime soon, things will get better. If not for me, then for the generations to come.
No one says these things thinking it will be easy. It is not easy. Do not mistake my hope for naivety. I know it will be hard, I know it will hurt. But I have weighed the cost of apathy and it is a price too high to pay.
Self care, get professional help, learn to use your rage and fear as a source of power instead of a cause of stagnation. And fucking get your head in the game because it’s going to take all of us to recover from this.
The sun will still keep rising long after we’re gone as a species. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t rise to meet it.
(#hope is a survival mechanism #don’t let anyone take that from you #hopepunk #mental health mention)
My head is pounding from the terror That keeps blasting out of my TV… I know it’s instinct that’ll tell you that it’s better to hide and retreat But we’ve already lost if you’re afraid to be beat… And you got to refuse that urge, don’t never, never, never give up So are you ready to take on the fight, ‘cause we know the world’s so fucked up?
Actively telling people that their hope is worthless and we’re all fucked so why even bother, is actively harmful and further enables those who are trying to do us harm. Why are you empowering those people? Why are you doing their job for them?
Look, I get it. I’m one more symbolic goosestep away from having a complete mental breakdown. I honestly just want to lay down and cry and let the darkness take me at this point. But I can’t. I fucking can’t because I have a duty and a responsibility as a human being to burn as hard and bright as I possibly can in the hopes that it does matter and that it will matter and that sometime soon, things will get better. If not for me, then for the generations to come.
No one says these things thinking it will be easy. It is not easy. Do not mistake my hope for naivety. I know it will be hard, I know it will hurt. But I have weighed the cost of apathy and it is a price too high to pay.
Self care, get professional help, learn to use your rage and fear as a source of power instead of a cause of stagnation. And fucking get your head in the game because it’s going to take all of us to recover from this.
The sun will still keep rising long after we’re gone as a species. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t rise to meet it.
(#hope is a survival mechanism #don’t let anyone take that from you #hopepunk #mental health mention)
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