WEST OAKLAND WALK
For two years I spent my early mornings walking the streets of my neighborhood of West Oakland. It is a place steeped in history and diversity, from ship workers to blues musicians, Portuguese fish mongers to Black Panthers. Yet, as freeways were built and factories moved in, the neighborhood was a bisected from the rest of city, left isolated and marginalized by many. Over my many walks through West Oakland, I began to find intimate moments of strange beauty and ritual born out of the neighborhood’s very isolation.