Fort Worth, Tx.
I consider myself middle class, but on the lower end of that qualitative term. I'm single with no children and make around $50,000 a year. This is a shot of me at my desk at work. Without a job I wouldn't be middle class.
This shows my brother-in-law at the Oregon Coast, in a shot taken by his wife. He's a scholar and musician, she's an artist. We were spending time at the family's beach cabin. This represents a big part of the good life: being with family and having leisure time.
This is a picture of my spouse & me in front of our home with out buildings in the background. It shows our chosen family sport and our family pets.
To me, nothing epitomizes the middle class like a white picket fence. We bought this house last year, and it came complete with the fence.
Ronault L.S. Catalani
This photo speaks to my idea of middle class, because of the joy all over the faces of refugee Portlanders recently expelled from the Kingdom of Bhutan...
Los Angeles, Ca.
Being middle class is going shopping with a friend at the Porsche dealership. And dreaming that one day, you too can drive one off the lot.
Los Angeles, Ca.
This photo of my father and me has a lot of personal meaning. But it’s also a great picture of what “middle class” meant to my family.
West Hollywood, Ca.
This is a Polaroid that I had on my fridge for years. It made its way through several moves and the tiniest of Manhattan apartments.
This represents the middle class because the cornerstone of achieving that status is education. Education Is stressed among middle class families, so whenever a son, daughter, grandson graduates from college IT’S HUGE!
Grampy was born in 1908 to immigrants and never went past the 8th grade. But he hooked up with General Motors where he got job security, a good living wage and a technical education. He retired at 57 and lived to 92 without debt. I lived the legacy of a good education leading to a good job in corporate America...