Tracy L Chandler

Edge Dwellers

We all want to be seen. And by that I mean really seen. Recognized as existing. Here. Now. Exactly as we are. No caveats. No judgements.

There is a community of people who dwell along the Southern California coast. Marginalized from “normal society”, they either can’t or won’t toe the line. They live and work and breathe and die right on the edge. Literally along the edge... The edge of the country, the edge of the state, the edge of the city, the edge of land where the vastness of the sea takes over. They can’t physically go any further. And so there they stay, seemingly living as outcasts of the world, yet they very much belong to their own. And they very much exist.

As I walk along this coast, I look. I take the time to see, to open, to be. And to be with. Often times something interesting happens... I fall in love.

Lone Wolf

K-Oss

Prince

Starla

Quepid

Kathy

Tasha

Snake Man

Baby Jesus

Tawn

Lone Wolf

K-Oss

Prince

Starla

Quepid

Kathy

Tasha

Snake Man

Baby Jesus

Tawn