so much

i really miss being 12 sometimes. but only for a moment. i took it back already. as we drove past my favorite neighborhood in town today i imagined myself pulling into the gated community. i didn’t have the dreams and desires that i do now when i was 12. life was easier then, but i didn’t have any goals and though sometimes i think i have too many goals, i’d rather have a million unreachable goals than none at all. i’m sitting here thinking about this. thinking i can reach the impossible. thinking about how i’m going to reach my goals. thinking about how i’m going to make my dreams come to life. thinking about how i’m going to live in a half million dollar house within 2 years. but realizing even at 6’3″ i’m too short. even my long arms can’t reach them. not without God. i love to tell myself i can do the impossible. i can’t. i’ve tried. i have to have God. i’m tired of trying to do stuff without his help. it happens often. i forget he’s the one who gives me all my ideas. all my projects. why would he give them to me and not help me follow through? i don’t think he would. i worry about how i’m going to pull something off. it seems impossible, and without asking for help from God i would rather just give up, or do something else. but what he’s given me is too great to bury and let rot. i’ll remember to ask and listen. i didn’t really know what i was going to write about. i’m glad we had this talk.

keep the receipt

It’s national girlfriend day. I can’t take you out tonight, but if you want to go out for ice cream or a movie you should.

Keep the receipt. I’ll pay you back.

getting the shot without getting shot

I don’t understand what the problem with people taking pictures is all about. Tonight I got kicked out of a location by security, and was told to delete all the photos I had just taken because it was private property. I left cooperatively, but I didn’t delete the pictures. I was actually really surprised they didn’t want to see me delete them. It kinda makes me feel like they really didn’t care and that they’re just doing their job. Whats funny is that I spotted a drone flying over the property, which was probably filming.

A few months back someone called the cops on me because they thought I was “pointing lasers at the highway.” How a camera looks like a laser is beyond me, but there are quite a few uninformed people out there so anything is possible.

As I’m starting to get more and more in to photography, I’m sure more stories will arise. At the end of the day, you just got to do what you got to do to get the shot.


starting over

Recently, my server’s hard drive died. On the 4th of July, actually.. So I lost basically everything and I’m starting over. I finally got around to getting this site back up. So if you’re actually reading this, hi. Maybe I’ll start posting stuff here again.