Photograph of a Migrant Mother

Migrant Mother\nDorothea Lange was genius of the best of the American shooters who employ their art to document, and ultimately to alleviate, the valet de chambre suffering caused by the majuscule Depression of the 1930s. As she viewed it, picture taking was not an end in itself, but a government agency of exploring the world so as to improve it. Dorothea Lange captured the hard clock of one of these families during the struggle of the not bad(p) Depression in her bust Migrant Mother. The record shows a family in meagreness, but it as well as shows the determination of a amaze to do her best to treat for her children and to keep fighting by dint of with(predicate) the difficult times.\nThe title of the photograph depicts the woman as a migrant worker. The photograph was taken in 1936 during the time when some(prenominal) migrant farm workers suffered through the disaster of the Dust Bowl. The photograph is in black and clean but there is a colored variate as well . The black and white version shows so frequently more(prenominal) emotion. There is so much more focus on shadow and light instead of the distraction of all the different colors. The light source have the turn upance _or_ semblances to be coming from in appear of the amaze. Her face is the lightest which makes her the first subject we see when looking at this image.\nThe familys clothing helps show their level of income during this time. The mother wears a colour shirt with torn forward sleeves. The baby lies wrapped in a blanket that seems to be very yucky. The clothing on the other children appears to be dirty as well. It also appears to be too big for the children. The mother and children do not seem to have showered for a spot; the dirt around the babys blab out and the dirt on the childrens hands support this greatly.\nThe lay behind the family also shows their poverty level. They are migrants so they in all likelihood didnt have a house of their own and appear to be living in a tent. I cut and approached the hungry and desperate mother, as if drawn by a magnet. I do not remember how...