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The Onion in the Petunia Patch: Photo Gallery

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Photography, more than writing alone, helps me to share what my mind is seeing. I see beauty in brokenness. Like an “onion in a petunia patch,” as my mother used to say, any dilapidated, odd or misplaced object has value to me. Dilapidated old barns and blown out windows convey to me that, though they weathered greatly, they are still here and will live on after their demise in my photos.

I have had the privilege of sharing my photography with MAAP Services, an Indiana based autism 501(c) 3. Donating my pictures and essays to MAAP  helped both MAAP and me.
I have also had my photos published in the Daily Herald Newspaper and online @ Broken Light Photography Collective.

"The broken window of opportunity" 2011

"Reaching Toward Heaven" 2012






"Water droplets on leaf" 2014
Next Steps 2016


"The key" 2016
"Sensory overload" 2014

"A family affair" 2014
Depression head 2015



All photos: Allison M. Kramer © 2016 all rights reserved
Blog: through1filter https://through1filter.blogspot.com/

 Thank you for taking the time to read my "book". May it help you to better understand yourself, a friend or family member with autism spectrum disorder who isn't like the autistic people portrayed by actors in movies or soundbites on the news and the internet. That is the mission of The Onion in the Petunia Patch and this blog.





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