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Blog #9 - Goodbye

Dorothy was now 18, and with a new age came a new darkness. It differed from the other types of darkness she had experienced, from moving away from her home and all her friends in New York, to the abuse she experienced with her dad, to her addiction, she was in no way unfamiliar with gloomy times. It seemed that recently each day became a harder battle. Dorothy would wake up with a pounding headache or an upset stomach, neither seeming to have a specific cause. They wouldn’t go away until about lunch time, causing her to either miss her classes at the beginning of the day, or be in so much pain that she couldn’t pay attention to anything her teachers were saying. As the days went on like this, it began to affect her mood as well. She no longer cared for her camera, barely even touched it. It sat in the corner of her room, collecting dust, just like her thoughts. Her mind would go blank a lot of the time, and the only thing that could be shown for her existence half the time was th...
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Blog #8 - Questions and (no) Answers

Since moving into the Foxberry, Dorothy tried as best she could to focus on each day at a time. It was a way of coping and moving on from the traumatic events that had happened in New York and with her father. Her photography and hours spent at school were a way of zoning her mind in on the present, which seemed to help her get past her hardships. However, the reoccurring discussions regarding the death of Mr. Evans haunted her mind, disrupting her practice of taking each day at a time. When Dorothy first arrived in the town, she was going through constant mental breakdowns and got addicted to pills. They were what caused some memory loss and actions that she otherwise would not take. As the months have passed, she has finally accepted that she was there when Mr. Evans was killed. She’s still not sure if she had anything to do with it, or why she was there, but she was. And now that the memories have become more vivid, it is taking everything in her power to not focus on that ho...
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Blog #7 - Clouded Thoughts

Over the next several weeks, Dorothy had a recurring feeling like she couldn’t remember pieces of her life. She knew her memories would come back to her, they always do, but that didn’t stop the sense that these memories were inevitably bad for her and for those around her. As she was getting ready for school one day, she realized she could not find her most precious belonging: her camera. She always placed it next to her school bag the night before so that she’d be able to just grab it and go. Today, it wasn’t there and she had no idea where it could be. “Mom, have you seen my camera?!” She frantically yelled to her mom who had fallen asleep in the living room the night before. Her mom rustled awake, looking dazed and confused as she laid there on the couch. “What, Dorothy?” “I can’t find my camera, Mom. Did you put it somewhere?” Her mom shook her head ‘no,’ and proceeded to fall back into a deep sleep. Dorothy decided she’d have to go the day without it, and left the ...
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Blog #6 - Missed Opportunity

Dorothy wasn’t one to get really excited about carnivals, festivals, or other things of the sort. However, when she heard there was a circus coming to town that everyone always went to, her thoughts began to run wild. She couldn’t control the multitudes of potential conversations she could have with Evelyn at the circus. Questions such as, “Why were so many people leaving the power plant the other night?” “Why did everyone look so nervous and anxious?” “Why YOU of all people were out that late at the power plant?” would not stop circling through her mind. It took everything she had inside of her to not be the first one at the circus to wait to talk to Evelyn. When Friday rolled around, and the circus was all set for display and entertainment, Dorothy collected her camera bag and wallet and set forth for the colorful tents. She had been constantly thinking about what she would say in the moment she walked up to Evelyn, but once she got to the entrance of the circus, her mind...
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Blog #5 - Night Adventure

It’s not uncommon for Dorothy to lie awake at night, struggling to drift off to sleep as clouds of creativity float through her mind. It’s nights like these where she can’t help but give in to her thoughts, and escape the Foxberry for a night of photography. Ever since she bought herself a camera that has a special night setting, she constantly thinks about sneaking out to explore the darkness with her new possession. When Dorothy walked out into the streets, she felt an urge to explore the playground, and see how the colorful playset looks through the night lens. As she was taking shots of the slide, the swingset and the monkey-bars, she saw a glimpse of light coming from the power plant. Curiosity took over without her consent, forcing her legs to take her to a hidden spot behind some bushes. As she ducks down, shielding herself from sight, she sees figures walking out of the power plant. She hears kids in school talking about their visits to the power plant, but these shadows a...
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Blog #4 - Quiet

Dorothy sat in the living room with her mom, both silently reading a book of their choice. Dorothy happened to be reading about animal portraits in photography, while her mom quietly sifted through a copy of People. Dorothy always hated that her mom read such ridiculous content, especially considering most of it isn’t even true. However, she understood the feeling of wanting to escape into something else to ignore your reality, even if it’s just for a little while. Dorothy did this with her photography, and often found herself lost in the images she and others were able to capture. As she was beginning to read about what it’s like to capture images of animals in the dark, she became aware of the ever-increasing murmur of frogs outside. There had always been the sound of frogs at night, but never this intense. Dorothy stood to look out the window, and couldn’t help but laugh when her eyes met the scene outside. In front of the building, there were hundreds, maybe even thousands of f...
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Blog #3 - Weight On Shoulders

As the days passed and Dorothy finally began to get used to the holiday season being comparing still to New York, her nightmares began to return. Around spring time of this year, her nightmares had faded away, and she even went months without a single dream at all. However, with the memories of holidays as a child with her father and mother surfaced, the nightmares seemed to have returned. Dorothy tried to be someone who could move past troubles and focus on the positive things to come, and she was generally pretty good about it. So why could she not move on from what her father did to them? Would he forever haunt her mind? She woke up this morning with a shirt dripping of sweat and her pillow thrown across the room. She recalls throwing a pillow in this most recent nightmare, but didn’t realize that she had actually done so. As she tried to catch her breath, her thoughts swam with images of ruined Christmas days and broken glass scattered across the floor. Although the last Chr...
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