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These are the fields right next to Monte Bella in Salinas from August 2020. These fields represent the long hours of labor done by the people who are the backbone of everything. Air quality was so bad it was in the mid 200's and farmworkers were still working. In these unhealthy conditions they were still working. Farmworkers did not get proper masks to work in the already inhumane conditions they endure until sometime after they had already been exposed to such poor air quality. This is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the unfit conditions farmworkers are faced with. Our backbone, the farmworkers, show up day in and day out yet they are continually treated unfairly in inhumane conditions and unjust wages.

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Salinas is beautiful. If you pay real close attention we have so much more beauty outside of our rich fields and resilient people– we have creative murals. A lot of the murals we have especially in East Salinas pay homage to the indigenous roots a lot of our ancestors from Mexico have. I love the placement of the murals we have in the area and I especially love that they are in their rightful homes of East Salinas.

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Our community has a lot to offer and I think that often goes unnoticed because we aren't such a big place with abundant things like that of big cities.  One of the things we have is fruitfulness, in this community we are productive. My grandma always tells me it's a blessing that I get to be tired from running because that's the way I exhaust my body– versus my grandparents and some of my aunts and uncles need to work in more hard bearing labors like the fields or other back breaking jobs. These are some of my teammates and we all understand this concept. We each have the ability to do something big– something that will enable us to put our hometown on the map. A way in where one day when we are grown up and explain to people and say "I came from Salinas" We know how to work hard because our familia are the hardest workers of them all.

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So many part of Salinas connect you to one section to the next but I always felt that East Salinas is the biggest section of all. The intersection of Market and Williams. I feel this intersection connects one part of the East Side to the newer part. For me it also connects the side in which my moms house is located and where my dad's house is located. This is the road it takes to get to either house and its the road my parents would drive me back and forth from and the one I now drive back and forth from. Its also the road I take to get almost anywhere that is not the North Side. It connects me from one side to the other. This what holds it together.

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This is one of my favorite pictures of them all. My dad's house is within walking distance of everything on this section of Alisal–all the way to Jalisciense. There is so much here, and I mean  so much. As a child when my dad would work in the day and my grandma eventually retired from working in the fields, I would spend the most time with her since she lives with us. Where she went–I went. My grandma doesn't drive so we walked everywhere. We would often go to FoodsCo or go to Mi Pueblo for different and specific things. We would sometimes go to the little mercado next to Mi Pueblo where my grandma would get her hair dyed and it was often the most boring thing for me but I remember I would always love exploring and being able to see everything the mercado had to offer. These are just few of the places I used to run errands at alongside my grandma but they are my favorite and encapsulate the liveliness of Salinas. These places and all of the people around here reflect what and who Salinas truly is.

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This is my elementary school. This place taught me most about the people in the community I live in than any other school I attended in Salinas. The school was smach in the middle of the "new" east side" and the "bad east side." I knew kids who lived on either part. We all grew up different but each wanted and were taught that we could achieve great things in our lives. This school is my favorite memory and it reminds me of where I come from because I honestly did not think about it for a long time. This place is where I wrote that whatever it is I want to do I knew I wanted to go to college and that I wanted to achieve it for my father because he did not get the chance to. This school taught me your dreams can never be too big.

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This is my grandfather, our "grumpy." He came to the United States in 1965 and started a life here so he can not only have a better life for his family but also provide for the family he left behind. This photo represents resilience because there are many others with a similar story who want to live a life that is "the dream" and it takes resilience to keep that dream alive and going. My grumpy now owns a landscaping business and he still works in his business as an 80 year old man. I used to wonder why he still works– we want our abuelos to relax and enjoy the rest of their lives. It wasn't until he had explained to me that he feels he is so lucky that he gets to work and be able to provide for his family here and back home. It is the one thing that I think truly brings him joy. In a sense he goes to prepare a place for us– his family. No matter the hardship he has ever endured he did for everyone that came after him to have a life free of the hardships he had.