Eyes of the great depression, a series of photos depicting the grim reality of one of Americas darkest eras. One photo in particular struck me as compelling- a single child posed in the forefront, shifting her weight against what appeared to be a wire fence, eyes downcast. The composition of the piece really spoke to me- the picture has a certain mood that can't be reproduced easily with Photoshop and expensive cameras. In the era this photo was taken, certain aspects of photography simply did not exist that we now take for granted. For instance, most pictures were limited to a monochromatic color scale, and cameras were often unpredictable- not too mention film development. This picture speaks of a course, raw underlying meaning to photography we rarely see today- the art of merely capturing the essence of something, an emotion, feeling- one child speaking for an entire era.