Chandler Day 215: I Saw Sharks and It Was a Good Day

DSC04119This photo is not from today, but it carries with it some things I feel I should say. I’m just gonna go for it. I think we get to choose how we look at the world. We do not get to choose what happens to us and what life throws at us. Life is rough and it is dirty and mean and cold. It can get very shitty very quick. But it is also beautiful and warm and full of love and passion and goodness and ecstatic joy. I have known some extreme lows and some great highs. And I have learned a lot. I’m learning that we get to control how we perceive things. And that is powerful. We get to choose whether we will be happy or angry or sad or miserable. We all have bad days. I get it. I’ve had some bad days. Sometimes we just need a bad day. We choose it. We choose to be self-centered and feel low. We just do it sometimes. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. But all those other days. We get to look at them differently. We get to look at the joys and the beauty of this insane world around us. I went to the zoo and there were annoying, bratty little kids everywhere and stupid parents and unpleasant people. I could have let it ruin it for me. But no, I saw seals and birds and orangutans and fucking sharks and it was fun and I had a good day. It is to easy to have a bad day. It is so easy to get into that low, pitiful state. I know, because I did it all the time. I still do sometimes. But I have learned to look at things differently. There is a quote I am learning to take more and more to heart. It will be my final thought on this subject. It goes, “Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.” Go see the world because, my god, we don’t have much time and I want to have more great days than bad ones at the end and I hope you do too.

Chandler Day 187: In a Daze

DSC03995Have you ever laid and stared at the ceiling, motionless, just thinking. Just letting thoughts flow. In and out. Thinking about everything. About life and everything in it. Good thoughts and bad thoughts. Dragging those thoughts that you shove in the dark because you are afraid, out into the light to see what they’re made of. You don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but you do it anyway. Because they swirl around and you just have to make sense of them. It’s not fair that you have those thoughts. The dark ones. But whoever said life was fair?

Chandler Day 184: I Thought You Had Left, Why Are You Back?

DSC03976It was one of those days. Good and bad mixed together. It was hard to say whether it was a good day or a bad day. Lots of shit on my mind. School, work, money, bills, life. But also the sky, a book, the corn, Her, fireworks, and laughter. I read a book by my favorite author and was happy and an hour later some thoughts that I wish I didn’t have, but I do have, creeped in again and darkened everything. Things I know I shouldn’t think, but I do anyway. I don’t think I can help it. It’s just me. These days come and go though. The day passes and you simply wish that tomorrow will have more good and less bad.

Brandy Day133: Nothing To See Here

Nope. No photo. Nothing to see. Blah day. Weather had been lousy and I’ve been in a horrible mood. Its easier just to put the camera down sometimes. Someone once told me, ‘You’ll never get the perfect shot, you’ll always be chasing something better.’ I don’t ever want my photography to become that. Something that I’m always chasing. I enjoy shooting and capturing life too much to get lost in the perfection.

Brandy Day51:

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We all have lines. Boundaries. We can handle only so much. After that we fall apart, break at the bend. This can go good or bad.
Things are going well. Perfect. You find a new hobby, new dish you love or a new love. You spend too much time doing the hobby, eating the new dish or too much time with the new love. Things become old and no longer ‘new’.
Things are going poorly. Everything that could go wrong, has. It seems to be one thing after the other. No end in sight and the light at the end of the tunnel has burned out.
You could give up. Show your weak. State that nothing is worth fighting for. Then be mad that you gave up your fight….OR fight. Everything worth having is worth the fight. So fight. Fight for what you love, fight for what you want and walk away know you did all that you could.
Shot on a back road parallel to interstate 69.