"I hate to be the bearer of bad news"
This is my final photography project. I could not figure out what I wanted to do, nor did I feel inspired to do anything. May 25th, 2020, my cat Pippin had past away. She was 17 1/2, and I had her my ENTIRE LIFE. This was heartbreaking for me. My step mom made a Facebook post about her passing, and my DHS "Adopt a senior" 'adopter' had seen and commented wishing us all well. She then messaged my step mom asking if she could stop by and give me a gift, before her final one later this week. She dropped off beautiful flowers, four cupcakes, and these gummy bears. There were 12 flavors, and were extremely colorful. They stood out instantly. I could not stop eating them, as well as admiring their beauty. Then it hit me, I knew what I wanted to do. A terrible, morbid pun about 'bearing' the bad new of my cat's death, and the fact that they were gummy bears. I love these photos, and looking at them low key just, gives me a sense of: "Hey! Everything is g
