Documenting The Road to Slaughter: The Girl Behind The Camera

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.