Strangers 19 and 20
Salem, Oregon
Caught in the hip shot.
11.30.2010
11.29.2010
Ah Portland.
I love Oregon. The rain, the recycling, the bicycling, the music, and the friends who know how to be friends. It's refreshing.
11.08.2010
fall = favorite
"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
11.03.2010
My older brother is a writing major. My younger brother aces his college level poetry classes. My mother would excel in a spelling bee. My aunt is an editor. My cousins are too smart for me to even talk to.
I would like to tell you that I post pictures without a lot of words to accompany them because I don't like to write. The truth is, I'm intimidated. Yes, I'm that guy. I lack the guts to disregard what others think and just write the words I feel - to express love, fear, pain. I even lack the courage to write a description of everyday activity. It's frustrating.
So, I found another way to express those things. I found a way to get everything out by looking through a viewfinder, which is most likely why picking up a camera is often the only thing that can cheer me up when I'm down. I find myself in a place where I don't care if I'm good. I don't care if other people hate what comes from it. All I know is that when I click the shutter, I disappear. It helps me breathe.
Anyway. Tonight is not a good night. The world is dark so a camera can't help me (and there's no way I'm bringing the flash into this). Instead, I decided to write.
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