Happiness; Just out of Reach

Photos taken by a depressed agoraphobic. She was assigned to take a prop with her on a photo walk around her neighborhood to get her out of the house, but it turned into much more symbolically.

About this photo: Sometimes, or all of the time, it feels like happiness is in front of me, just out of reach. I used to collect snow globes as a child. I had hundreds of them. Places I had been. Animals. Disney. My mother still has them all. Half have lost their water and are now piled in plastic crates for my step-nephews to torture, and the others are collecting dust behind glass. I have brought a few into my home and grown-up life in recent months, but for some reason now they just don’t feel the same. I look at them, and they look back with perfect little Norman Rockwell smiles plastered on. Their sadness, overly apparent, as they stand frozen, forever trapped in an inescapable world of glass.

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