Homeless~Sanford Barn, Amsterdam NY Changes keep coming n haven’t stopped for awhile now. I’m no longer in the old barn, the Sheriff’s, State Police, n the guy that manages the place told me I had to leave. He is n old classmate that w a couple others told me shortly after I was removed from…

Old Sandford Barn—Amsterdam NY  Woke up soaking wet, hearing what seemed like Trees falling; cracking, breaking—ominous. I peeled out of the mummy bag to see everything covered in snow. I had been checking the weather, but thought it just snow flurries. No, it was a full blown snow storm. The pines bending almost to the…

The Light Shifts—Rhonda J Flanagan Photography  Just when I thought I had gotten my eating to a place I could manager for the Winter, the weather changed. I woke up 3am vomiting my cheese sandwich. I also had a few White Claws to take the edge off, but after checking the cheese the next day,…

Homeless~rough sleeping, Amsterdam NY, Fulton County NY, Sandford Farms  It was a beautiful morning, the kind of Spring day u cherish after such a brutal Winter. By most accounts, the Winter wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t really snowy, icy, or long stretches of bitter cold, but I was still sleeping outside—homeless! I have yet to fully…

Homeless, sleeping on abandoned porch—Amsterdam NY The wind howled all night, March was hanging on to the bitter end; just when I thought I had survived Winter, but I couldn’t complain—I had survived! I needed to remind myself of that, there was still a long way to go, but I had survived the worse. I…

Homeless—RiverLink Park, Amsterdam NY  Watching images of people walking the road to the border with one suitcase was hard. War In Ukraine! Headlines read. The journalist reporting live from a road out of Ukraine to the border. It was hard to watch. People had driven hours trying to leave their Country in the midst of…

https://apple.news/AbzNgre3gRIaLb-VtsQoT1Q Didn’t want to write this morning, except for the sunrise it was n awful morning. I woke up crying again. It was too cold to get out of the mummy bag n I was in pain; achy, sore, feeling like I had been punched repeatedly in the left arm. My back was wet from…

Photography collage — Rhonda J Flanagan  Waking up to a mouse rummaging through my small bag of garbage, probably a field mouse I think; little, gray, looking for a snack. I empty him from the bag, sighing how cold it is, but how can I complain? It’s been pretty warm considering it’s the dead of Winter….

iPhoneography Art—Rhonda J Flanagan She said, and hung up again. We had been doing this  all night; back n forth hanging up on each other. I felt 12yrs old all of a sudden; as girls we would talk for hours. She had often told me how crazy I was, especially trying to convince me her…

Sandford Farms—Amsterdam NY It’s been 6 below w windchill of -14—baby, it’s cold outside. I’m still rough sleeping, my dreams consist of remembering the new white guilts I bought for my single place after separating from my husband. I had moved upstairs of our 2-family, 20yr home thinking I could live in the apartment upstairs….