In Class: Freewrite

I think this image is a regular picture that could be taken any where. It reminds me of when i was growing up walking up and down the streets playing outside and seeing guys that probably use to be somebody or could have been something struggling to make it, but will never show because they're thankful no matter.
I feel like striving to become someone better and not being the people in the image when i look at the picture. It makes me want to keep grinding so that people won't look back years later of a photo of me an say he could been something.

The story I get from this image is no matter what comes their way or what struggles may lie ahead their going to make it because to have success there has to be some struggle. It makes you stronger and wiser to know that you can overcome anything, but the best part is when you do it with a smile on your face. That lets others know that nothing can get to you no matter how hard someone tries to bring you down. It's a typical growing up in the "hood" story, some people can't cut it, but it's all good in the hood and only the strong can survive it there's no room for weakness.

The color of black an white in the pitcure makes me feel somewhat sad, why? i really dont know, but maybe its because i have a sense of what they're going through because i actucally know people like the ones in the photo. It reminds me of the times before me when blacks didn't have it as good as some of do now.

When i look at this photo the first thing i notice is the two guys one with a bike and a bag, then the brick walls and apartment floor windows behind them then the text. It looks to be dated back in the 1960s when times where all bad, when signs said colored and whites only.

I think the image is trying to get me to feel that everything is okay even though there's some struggle because of the setting in the photo, such as where it was taken and the text lets you know it was in a tuff neighborhood because it says the lower west side meaning the "hood."