Opinion

"What is photograph?"

"Don't you just take pictures of stuff?"

"Why do you need a camera? It's a waste of money, just use your phone."

Those are questions I get every time I talk about photography...

What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.

I knew this was coming 

I knew he would run again 

Every four years 

And yet it still comes 

With a shock 

Then she stepped in 

Giving me hope 

Calling him out 

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

When I step out the door, I feel the crisp breeze brushing against my face

I see the leaf's falling from the trees

Watching them turn green, yellow, orange, and red

That's when I know its Autumn

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer

We are running from 

Ourselves 

Because we have built 

Ourselves 

As a single entity 

Connected by invisible strings 

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

Frankly, the multiverse and space and galaxies freak me out.

But in a good way.

I think it's fascinating, but the category is just so huge and so impossible to compute.

It's crazy.

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre. 

It rained for a couple of days two months ago so I went driving around for a while just to see the flooding. I noticed that most of the roads were in rough condition or just unsafe.