Sunday, January 29, 2012

anew

Friends. New friends. Feels good. Feels beautiful. 



To Becca, everything is a mirror 


Morgan snapped this completely necessary moment  



Because Becca insisted 
























Love my city most when it's foggy

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

venture

 Today I went out and photographed nonsense on my own, trying to see things from a new perspective.





Tuesday, January 24, 2012

evening

























Bryana and I had planned on shooting on this night, and it had me really excited to experiment with night lighting. Unfortunately we chose the one day it was negative something degrees outside, so we lasted all of three whole minutes. This is what I got.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

remains





 I feel like a bit of carnage. Human wreckage. Chewed up and spit out by a whirlwind of time gone too fast, too slow. My organs are rotting and all I feel is a drunk-like tired state. Heavy sleep just behind my eyes, but nothing is connecting the way it should, and I’m left awake when my body is begging to drift off. I’m dead weight. I’m everywhere.

reincarnation



























I'm pouring salt in my wounds. I'm shedding my skin. No longer will I prey upon myself. Each battle scar is a memory and a lesson, each of which I have promised I will not forget, I will not dismiss them. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

found



























Photos I thought I had lost. Photos that make me wish the 5d markII I used was mine. 

wind























Here's to you because you've been on my mind lately. Wondering how you feel about the person I'm becoming. Wondering how things would be if you were still here, enjoying the desert air, exploring the places you loved so dearly. Feeling the wind on our skin, I'd like to take your hand in mine one last time, so I could tell you that you are the greatest man I've ever known. 

Monday, January 2, 2012

December

in pieces



 One of my favorite people in the world to photograph, he puts up with my camera well. 



 Body bags in the sky.

 Sarah and I got lost in Milwaukee.




























Maybe this year if I tell myself it’s okay to feel, I will be able to feel something good. No more letting the impulse of a year ago swell inside me and overtake any control I have. No longer will I allow myself to sit in my inner turmoil. 
One moment I’ve waited so long for seems to have changed my outlook on so much more than I ever thought it could. For that, I do not regret a thing, and for that, I’m grateful.