Quietude
I love these moments. Low sun streaking in on a warm day with that beautiful glow; the breeze is gentle and lulling, and there is just a strong sense of calm. It’s funny that just 4hrs after this there was a thunderstorm raging in the darkness outside.
Such is life, that we must enjoy these moments as we can. Sometimes, it is the memory of them or the promise of a future moment such as this that we have the strength to weather the storms.
You Said What Now?!
This little dude was just chillin’ like a villain up there. I’d be interested to know what caught his attention. I didn’t see any squirrels around…
Speed Is The Object
Femi
I’ve always had a roommate. Always. But I’ve been really blessed to have some awesome roommates, from my brothers to my high school roommates (the joys of boarding school) to my college roommates. And I’ve loved each of them.
Femi is my current roommate, and possibly my last for a while since I will most likely live in a studio next year (let’s not talk about how that makes me feel). Living with him the last three years has been awesome! Especially living away from country and culture, having someone with a shared history and experiences has been great. Despite being a goof - no seriously, I keep pushing him to get a Twitter account and start a comedy blog - he really has pushed me to become a better person.
I think roommates can be very powerful influences. Something about a person being able to see you naked (metaphorically) in your home and speak into those places most people don’t get to see - it can be transforming, for better or for worse.
Here’s to Femi, for better :)
Becca
I’d like you to meet my friend Becca. This lady is strong, incredibly talented, and has such a huge heart. We got to take a couple of pictures together a while back - well, I got to take pictures of her :P - and has been gracious enough to let me share them. What a gal!
Afro Knight
Because we had so much fun that night, and I just love looking at these and remembering just how much fun it was :P
Dune
Had an interesting discussion with some friends over the weekend about how the act of taking pictures can erode one’s enjoyment of the scene/moment. For someone whose first instinct is to “shoot first, question later”, it struck home. Because on the one hand I forget things really easy, and so it really is a great experience to backtrack through my year in pictures and relive forgotten moments. On the other hand, I think it would also be awesome to sometimes just stop everything, including taking pictures, and just live in the moment.
Pressing On: A Really Short Graphic Novel
You’ve probably had one of those days. In fact, you might be having one right now.
You know the type. Where staying in bed is just so much easier than facing the reality of your life. Yea, those kinds of days.
It’s weird, because even when the light hits your face and drives the darkness around you away, it also illuminates who you are - everything about who you are. Including the parts you wish weren’t true.
We need to learn to get up though - to get up off that bed and face life.
Yea, there are things about yourself that you wish were better, but they can better. And while it may take a wile, even a really long while, to get there, you can still move forward, you can still face today. Forgetting what is behind, you can press on.
Because though we limp, we walk.
Though we stutter, we talk.
We trip, we stumble, and we fall
But we rise.
And we press on.
Conflict Of Interests
In a lot of ways, photography has become this absorbing thing I spend very many of my waking hours thinking about. It has supplanted many of my previous hobbies, and sometimes even wins against sleep (WHOAA!!!!). For a while now I have considered what it would be like to pursue it as a profession. I am not sure I would enjoy the business side of it as much though, although I would enjoy being able to fund this very expensive hobby.
Today I asked myself, “If you could know with certainty that you would never sell any of your pictures, would you still shoot?” I was happy to find that the answer was yes, and I feel like that changes everything! Somehow the joy and pleasure of capturing the world around me was overshadowed by this anxiety to produce art that someone would pay for. This picture then is sort of how I feel know, determined to kick those thoughts out of my life and focus on just the joy of experiencing and capturing the world around my through photography. Definitely going to have to wrestle with the urge for recognition for a while, but this is definitely a step in the right direction, so I’m excited :)
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Adam And Bethany
It’s always really cool when two people you know and care for fall in love with each other. It’s just cute. I’ve been so blessed by both of them individually, but hanging out with them together is also a treat, and rarely awkward. Can’t wait to toast to your life together!
To Adam and Bethany!
Storm Is Coming
Truth is it was actually just drizzling that day, not really hard at all. The darker portions of the sky were actually sky blue, but darkened with a filter. Interesting how just that change in one color affects the entire mood.
Primarily about man owning up to their manhood, but also about majority groups (in gender, race, sexuality) and those bring their power to bear for those who do not have power.
Together
“Did you just take a picture of us.”
“No, I took a picture of the lamp.”
Yea, sure. Whoops.
The Keyboard
On Tuesday evening I managed to spill iced tea on my tablet and my keyboard. The tablet I was able to just wipe off and continue using (whew!) but the keyboard I decided to turn upside down and leave overnight. When I finally opened it up, I thought it looked cool, and instead of taking a picture like I usually do, I decided to shoot a video instead! It was a fun little project that turned a 15min affair into an 8hr one spread over 2 days, but it was a lot of fun :D
Music: Inside It All Feels The Same - Explosions In The Sky
Burning The Midnight Oil
For once I don’t have a real caption to this. It was just one of those things I saw that gave me pause. There’s definitely a story here: I just don’t know it.
no-break
risarodil
deusavani
bagnostian
cross-connect
ghanailoveyou
youngthatiam
okokoroko
quartey
adropinthebucket1
franticcurls
theartofnotwriting
geekysneaks
zarias
eternitybound
soundtobeat
nsixxfoto
photoelectricphotography
kobby
screamingoutsilently
streetsofberlin
mayeul
peedees-photography
harrymitchell
thekenteweaver
mbaquino
dislabelled
markthompsonartist
themagicaxeman
glenryan
garibage
treyratcliffphotos
paapamusic
abapastiche
sybil-m
ianruhter
googlefish
ellekasaartography
directionlessness
frodnier
livedstories
danasparadigmshift
fordwor-shades
jamesfabri
