January 24th, 2012
Take a photo when you feel something.

I stand in a safe place looking out at you Universe. Today, you are mean. You are ruthless. You are not my friend.
I will stay here until your miserable wave of astounding cruelty has passed.
I wait here, in the shadows.
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January 19th, 2012
Two nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with my neck, chin, and jaw on fire. Not literally, of course. I didn’t realize until I woke up that I had been scratching myself in my sleep. It was terribly itchy with no relief in sight. My bathroom mirror revealed tiny red bumps all over my chin.
Because I’ve never had an allergic reaction, it was kind of exciting. So this is what it feels like. But those feelings soon passed, leaving me and my red bumps to fend for ourselves.
Last night was another lousy night.
It’s during these times (when I’m not feeling well), that I’m able to let go of the things that “need” to get done. Just the other day I was telling Rustin the pressure I felt I had to put on myself to get anything done. Like laundry. Lame, I know.
This must be my body’s way of telling me to slow the hell down. It will not be the end of the world if the laundry doesn’t get done. Sometimes I forget.
Every morning I have a cup of coffee. Today I had good company.

Here’s to letting jobs go. Hop in bed and pop some popcorn (I hear it’s National popcorn day. Thanks, Twitter!) with a someone who wants to cuddle. I have my someone picked.
Happy Thursday, everyone!
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December 29th, 2011
I was attracted to the light that poured into my bedroom. I wanted to capture it… let it wash over me and take a few photos in it.
Instead what happened was something else washed over me. I’m not sure what it was… gratitude, vulnerability, feeling exposed, or sadness… maybe all of it. So I kept clicking, and the more I clicked the more it swept over me.




Until it was gone.

I go from playing with my boy, to playing with my online friends, to playing on the Wii in a matter of seconds.

I guess this is what a moment of solitude looks like.
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December 15th, 2011

Happy Wednesday!
(Posting selfies gives me a tummy ache.)
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December 8th, 2011
Onto some photography geekery… but first a story.
For 2012 I wanted to switch things up a little bit. Everything that I’ve been shooting has been centered on others, and while I LOVE that, I realized there’s a part of me that can’t relate because I’m not in front of the camera all that often. So then I dug down a little deeper, why not?
Because I don’t like to have my pictures taken.
That struck me. How can I expect others to be comfortable in front of my lens when I, myself, am not comfortable in front of the lens? So… I’m stepping out again, and stepping in front of my own lens.
My remote trigger and tripod came in last week. Folks, it’s time to get uncomfortable.
I don’t know what the real result of this little experiment will be, but for sure there will be more photos of me… here. On the internet. Typing that made my stomach hurt.
Last week I went out with a few girls, came home late at night, and pulled them out of the boxes for the first time. The remote trigger and tripod, I mean. Not the girls.
What I didn’t expect, was how much I enjoyed editing these photos. It’s about having free-reign to do WHATEVER I want without worrying if someone is going to like them. The only person I have to please is myself. I’ve been doing things to my photos I would never, never, never do to anyone else’s… and I’m finding that a whole new aspect of photography is opening up to me already.
So far, it’s been fun. :D

Cheers!
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