I have visited a slaughterhouse on over 300 occasions the past 3+ years, where I offer my love and sympathy to animals while documenting who they are and what they are going through as they are being transported to the slaughterhouse.
Capturing photos that make a difference in the world is my mission. I feel it is my duty to speak up against cruelty and for compassion.
The photos I capture for Sympathy at Slaughter portray a heartbreaking story of outstanding abuse, emotion, and intelligence. I want to share with you the faces, stories, and voices of animals I have connected with in transport to the slaughterhouse.
Many have seen livestock trucks on the road. I offer a closer look, in honor of the lives they took.
￼Each time I visit a slaughterhouse it is a different experience. Each situation is incomparable—each animal is unique. I will remember these days as long as I live.
Look into her eyes—It is the least that you can do before she dies.
Showing a love and kindness most have forgotten.
￼It breaks my heart in two, still, I’ll always be there for you.
Bred to die for us to eat, a life considered nothing more than “meat.”
￼I wish more than anything that I could have taken you from that truck.
To quench your thirst and heal your wounds, to somehow change your luck.
￼￼￼Some ask why I even try—with barriers so ample and lows so high.
My heart always cries—but it is worth it for the opportunity to say my goodbyes.
￼I capture their photos—victims of human crime.
But when you see their faces online—their bodies are being prepared for dinner time.
￼Their last moments are final—next, you’ll see their bodies cut-up and for sale in the meat aisle.
￼The value of their lives is not predicated by price. Cost and worth are entirely different.
I shed my tears, offering my love and sympathies, trying to cure their fears.
Hardly different from your dog’s snout.
￼You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.
￼At the very least, we were together.