Karan Lerma - University of the Incarnate Word

Don’t You know that it was because I was a child that I was assaulted? Don't You know it was because I was a child that I was neglected? Where is the Justice in that? Where is the Promise? It is all pain to become a child again with tears of grief flowing so deep they poured from the well of my Spirit.

Riel Saylor - University of Delaware

I take note of the way lights and colors seep into the shimmering streets and reflect off the surfaces of puddles. I position the streetlamp just in front of our house, the hazy orange beacon that has lit my way home for thirteen years, in the upper-right of the frame. I’m still figuring out the formal techniques of photography, committing myself to the rule of thirds as if I’ll have an exam on it.