mmmightymightypeople: I am so touched to tell you all that in about a day’s time, you’ve donated almost $850 of the amount I need to get my damn car fixed. For those who don’t know, my car got struck by Parts Thieves, and they did $1200 worth of damage to my car’s engine. Which is the only way I have to get to work. And oh, yeah, I don’t have that $1200. I cry baby sloppy cry begged asked for donations starting yesterday morning—and all I can say is I am overwhelmed and and just so thankful at the response. I am absolutely cry baby sloppy ugly crying again. I have nothing to offer you all except the pictures I’ve taken of my lovely dear Michigan on various walks I’ve been through it—please know that with these pictures I am sharing with you a part of my heart and a bit of what I love most. This is in the Upper Peninsula. The U.P is where all the factory workers in South East Michigan go during the two/three week turnover periods in the summer. Sometimes folks go just during the weekend, but not this far up north. (This is the most northern part of the U.P.). Folks are poor in this area—they’ve lived off of tourism and mining and a few people make it on fishing, I guess. This is where snow can bury a small house and where Planned Parenthoods are not a common site. There’s also the indigenous population (which I think is mostly in the lower part of the U.P., but even so, it will always be indigenous lands) —who are pretty much dealing with the snowy whiteness of the U.P all by themselves. Mexican migrant workers make it up north to help with different crop harvesting seasons, but for the most part, us colored folk stay in the Southern areas of Michigan. It’s a beautiful area, one that has been fucked with royally by industrialists in too many ways to talk about in just this post (small example, industrialists tried shutting down this river and mining the area for different minerals, but the extraction was so little and cost so much, they eventually gave up). But nature outlasted them. And that is a big reason why I love this picture so much. Survival is possible. Thank you again to everybody who donated and reblogged and offered encouragement and love and kind words—I deeply appreciate it and am so unbelievably thankful. You can donate here, if you’re interested.

mmmightymightypeople:

I am so touched to tell you all that in about a day’s time, you’ve donated almost $850 of the amount I need to get my damn car fixed. For those who don’t know, my car got struck by Parts Thieves, and they did $1200 worth of damage to my car’s engine. Which is the only way I have to get to work. And oh, yeah, I don’t have that $1200.

I cry baby sloppy cry begged asked for donations starting yesterday morning—and all I can say is I am overwhelmed and and just so thankful at the response. I am absolutely cry baby sloppy ugly crying again. I have nothing to offer you all except the pictures I’ve taken of my lovely dear Michigan on various walks I’ve been through it—please know that with these pictures I am sharing with you a part of my heart and a bit of what I love most.

This is in the Upper Peninsula. The U.P is where all the factory workers in South East Michigan go during the two/three week turnover periods in the summer. Sometimes folks go just during the weekend, but not this far up north. (This is the most northern part of the U.P.). Folks are poor in this area—they’ve lived off of tourism and mining and a few people make it on fishing, I guess.

This is where snow can bury a small house and where Planned Parenthoods are not a common site. There’s also the indigenous population (which I think is mostly in the lower part of the U.P., but even so, it will always be indigenous lands) —who are pretty much dealing with the snowy whiteness of the U.P all by themselves. Mexican migrant workers make it up north to help with different crop harvesting seasons, but for the most part, us colored folk stay in the Southern areas of Michigan.

It’s a beautiful area, one that has been fucked with royally by industrialists in too many ways to talk about in just this post (small example, industrialists tried shutting down this river and mining the area for different minerals, but the extraction was so little and cost so much, they eventually gave up). But nature outlasted them. And that is a big reason why I love this picture so much. Survival is possible.

Thank you again to everybody who donated and reblogged and offered encouragement and love and kind words—I deeply appreciate it and am so unbelievably thankful.

You can donate here, if you’re interested.

(Source: iinventedeverything)