From slaving on the plantations of County Tyrone in Ulster, rising to aristocracy while kicking protestant a** in Ontario, and to the hardworking neighborhoods of St. Paul. All of these things play a large part into my existence and who I am as a person.
Oh , and then there’s the Sicilian farmers from Molise (as if anyone really cares about them).
I’m currently planning on creating a series of photos with accompanying short stories revolving around the concept of “Roots”, if I actually ever have the time.
If anyone really feels the need to discriminate, go ahead your only hurting yourself. Nothing can dull the shine of this crown, sweetheart.