5 minutes or maybe an hour.

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You know a place that can handle a few of your troubles, real or made up?


No, I'm not walking around hugging trees (I have though), frolicking through flower meadows with butterflies landing on my nose (a guy can dream) or having conversations with all the animals I encounter (100% lying on that one).

I'm working through the things.  

Worries that aren't real.

Problems I can't solve.

Minds I can't change.

After a while (5 minutes to an hour) all of these "things" start to dissolve back into the place they came from.  

What's left is the truth, and I have the photos to prove it.  

What's the meaning behind this?

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Does every single photo you take have a deep meaning behind it?

An expression of sadness or confusion rooted to your childhood?  A statement about _______?  A cause or idea you believe in?

Or can it just be for fun? 

As I took this picture I was feeling a bit lonely.  Isolated even.  Some sadness in a way, but calm and peaceful as well.

Reflective.  Quiet.  Focused.  

Do all of those things show themselves in what you see here or do you have your own interpretation?

I mean, it's simply a photo of a pink marsh mallow edited to black and white.  (Marsh Mallow is a funny name)

My point?  It's okay to take your work seriously.  It's also okay to have fun.

I mean, they are JUST pictures, right?

(These entries are all me talking to myself)  

More Than Just A Little Bit -

Trying to be more than you are. Or something you’re not.

I’ve always struggled with finding a place to fit in.  As I find myself moving forward with my photography/art, the same thing continues to happen.

I spend too much time looking at what other people do, or what other groups are doing or what this person or that person or whoever is doing, instead of looking at where I am.

I don’t know if it’s ever going to change but I know that it’s gotten a little better, and it’s gotten a little worse at the same time.

I think it goes back to the whole "not enough" or always feeling like an outsider thing.

Growing up we moved all over the place because we were a military family.  I was always    trying to fit in whatever new environment was put in front of me, while at the same time not knowing who or what the hell I was.  

Moving from Texas to Hawaii to Idaho to Fort Wayne to North Manchester (by the age of 14) sounds awesome, yeah?  I guess it kind of was  because I learned to adapt, but at the same time I never felt like I belonged or had any real "roots."  

So fast forward to today and it’s kind of the same thing.  I’m not a "lone wolf"  because I think that’s a little arrogant. Everyone needs help. Everyone needs people.

I've always been more of a "one on one" person than a group person.   No matter how many times I've tried to be in a group (nothing against groups at ALL), it just doesn't work for me. I do my thing.  

Comparing yourself to others is something everyone does.  No doubt.  When I find myself going to deep into that, I seriously question myself.  I question my own talent.  I question what I’m doing and if I'm good enough.

And then I secretly hope and pray that no one finds out that I’m a fraud!  But I know I’m not.  I think... 

The reality is that if I’m happy with what I’m doing, none of the other stuff really matters.

This whole post was inspired by my "Average Screen Time You Loser" report from my phone.  It's entirely too much and needs to change.

I need to work on being thankful for where I am and what I'm doing.  Helping and encouraging others.  Teaching where I can.  

Let's wrap this sucker up with something moving, inspirational and EARTH SHATTERING!

The End.  

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Here I go.

It's official now.  I'm a BLOGGER AGAIN!  (That's not me in the picture)

So what the hell am I going to talk about here?  (I wonder how many of these have started out with that EXACT sentence)

Well, obviously photography.

I'll be sharing parts of my journey leading up to where I am now (7/28/2021 at 5:55 pm).  Who knows how far back I'll go?  

There will also be peeks into the different projects I have going on, some tips/pointers that I learned along the way by screwing them up (like deleting 3/4 of a photo shoot as I was sitting in my jeep RIGHT after the photo shoot) and many other little stories about my photography life.

Like this one:  So back in 2019 I was certain that all I wanted to do was this.  I was also certain that my work needed to be SEEEEEEEN.

I answered an Artist Call for Caliente Cuban, a restaurant in downtown Fort Wayne.  I set the appointment and showed up with (ahem) large, framed photos and a photo book that looked like it was put together by my mom back in the 70s.


Meredith (the contact there) was beyond kind.  Meaning, she didn't laugh at me.  We chatted for a bit and she invited me to display my work in the entire restaurant for the month of November.  

Embarrassing?  Looking back, yes.  A little.

Did it stop me?  No.  

It opened doors to my first full show.

There!  My first story on my first official (cause it's on my website) blog!  

If you're still reading, thank you!  I'll try to post weekly so remember to come back.