Former Career Fire and EMS Lieutenant-Specialist, Writer, and Master Photographer.
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I was raised by a father who tried to script every facet of my life. Each day was dictated by rules that my mother and I never agreed to. Having given up on trying to control my mother, he focused on me. He decided what I wore, what I could say, even what dreams I…
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As far back as I can remember, my childhood was haunted by a profound sense of fragility. While other kids were preoccupied with cartoons and playground games, I was grappling with questions of life, and death. I carried a storm inside me even as a little girl—a churning cloud of existential dread that lived under…
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I spent a year in the mouth of a whale. Not literally, of course, but in a place just as dark and confining. Inside, the outside world became a muffled hum, and time lost its meaning. It was a space of suspended existence—quiet, briny, and claustrophobic—where I felt both strangely protected, and painfully trapped. In…
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I changed the ending of the story I was handed. And I didn’t do it loudly, or for attention—I did it quietly, like planting a tree I may never sit under, trusting that its shade will still offer shelter to someone, someday.”—Emily Pratt Slatin It was late, I pulled my skirt off, tossed it in…
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I don’t take pictures to make things look pretty.I take pictures because some things deserve to be remembered the way they really were when I found them—broken, discarded, forgotten about. My work is about the spaces people leave behind—the silence after the machines stop, the stories still stitched into the rust and the dust.It’s about…
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I always thought survival meant things would get better.It doesn’t.You just find new ways to carry the weight. These photographs are what happens after the dust settles.Not the pretty kind of ruin.Not the kind that fits inside neat headlines or gallery frames. This is what gets left behind when hope moves out and leaves the…
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One Saturday morning in May of 2025, I grabbed my camera, tossed my gear into the Amelia’s Ford Bronco Sport, and headed out with my friends Luke and Maddie—the same Luke who runs Luke Explores — to chase down whatever forgotten places we could find tucked away between the cracks of the world. No plan.…
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When I was a teenager, I discovered the roof of my parents’ house wasn’t just made of shingles and nails—it was made of silence. It was made of peace. It was the only place I could go where the rest of the world couldn’t follow, and more importantly, wouldn’t try. It started the way most…
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I found myself back in my hometown again this week, back in the house where it all started, spending time with Darlene—my childhood best friend, my code friend, the only person left on this planet who knows the whole damn story and stayed anyway. Darlene and I were thick as thieves back then, always up…
Emily Pratt Slatin
P.O. Box 1231
Middletown Springs, VT 05757-1231
United States Of America