This is Nick, my brother. Nick has always been a great brother to me. He always seems to be there for me when I need him the most. Oftentimes I don’t think I need to talk to him, but he’ll call me up and what he has to say is just right. Nick is hilarious and has always made me laugh with his stories and jokes. He’s a goofball. He’s caring, smart, hard-working, strong, sensitive, funny, loyal, a great brother, a great friend and a great man. I love him and I’m glad that he is my brother.
This is Cheyenne, my step-dad and husband to my mom. He is one of the hardest workers I know. He does everything right and to near perfection. He is quiet, intelligent, selfless, humble, caring, and down-to-earth. He will drop what ever he is doing to help someone out, and has done so for me on many occasions, including pulling my little Honda out of mud and snow. He is a good man and I am glad and grateful to have him in my life.
This is Michelle my step-mother and wife to my dad. She has been a great friend to me over the years, has been there for me when I needed someone neutral to talk to, helped me through problems, attempted to teach me how to play the piano (I gave up), introduced me to wonderful new grandparents, and has always made sure I have been well-fed. She is smart, talented, positive and very caring and I love her and I am glad she has been a part of my life.
Shooting tonight was a lot of fun. I got to spend some much needed time with Alicia, whom I had no clue how much alike we really are. Talking with her made me realize just how much my head really was spinning. It’s pretty cool being able to stand in the middle of a road under a full moon & a sky full of stars, feeling the fall air chill your skin. The only way to get out of the confined space my thoughts are fighting through, is to carefully wade through the content.
Shot at Brockway Glass Company in Lapel IN, painted on a manhole.
Red & green. Stop & go. Bright stars in the dark sky. What a day.
Chatting with a friend who turns out is more like me than I’d ever thought. For this opportunity I am so grateful. Yes, these are the same tracks I was just kicked off of ;-).
A quiet night on the tracks as the heavy fog began to set in, leaving a slight chill in the air.
Another Monday evening spent with Alex. I enjoy his company and look forward to spending time with him each week. He’s such a great friend and the stories we share and memories we make are worth the wait every week.
Alex came my way this time (we now live an hour apart) we spent our usual time out driving during sunset before Waffle House. Windows were down when we came upon the humming of power lines. Alex was in awe as it was something he had never heard before. It was so loud, just the buzzing of electricity screaming through the lines above us.
I’m thankful for friends like Alex. Where the company and conversation are more than enough and time can be enjoyed under the humming of electricity in the middle of nowhere, laughing.
I love night time. Its like another world. Everything looks different. More mysterious. The moon lights your way while twinkling stars watch from a far.
Its rained for a couple days now, almost like I’m in Seattle. They tell me it rains a lot there, I’ve never been 😉 During the summer when its warm and the pavement is hot and it rains, Best. Smell. Ever! Tonight reminded me of this. Not to mention all the crawlers, I wanted to call a good friend, grab some beers & poles and hit the closet pond.
Another happy night spent together. I love every minute we spend together. We get to see each other every day, and by now it feels odd if we don’t. We spend hours together talking, watching Netflix or YouTube, wasting time on Tumblr, or driving around in my car. We’ve spent so much time in my car. We go there to get away from people, go on an adventure or because my roommate kicked us out for some stupid, made-up reason. We’ve laughed a lot and had a lot of talks in that car. I’ve gotten to know a really amazing person during the time spent in that car. So here we are, making our best fish faces at each other and having another good night.
This is Shae. She’s an eighteen year old Quarter horse that we’ve had for about five years now. She’s a beautiful horse and a great pet. I love this horse. I love to go out to the pasture to pet her and talk to her. She’ll just stand there and rub her head against me, happy to have someone giving her attention. I feel completely comfortable around her. I’ve never been scared to ride her, though I’ve watched her throw other people off of her. She can be ornery and a pain in the ass sometimes, but she’s a great horse.
Tonight I thought about myself. I thought about my mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate making them. Sometimes they’re just embarrassing, like when you mess up a part of a speech in class. Other times they hurt yourself, like when you burn yourself or bury your car in snow because you were driving too fast. I’ve never minded those much. The worst though, are when they hurt other people, especially when they hurt those you care about. Think about it. Some word you said or some action you did caused pain or stress or worry or anger to someone you care about or someone you love. It can be such a little action, something you normally wouldn’t think twice about. But it can still hurt someone. And when you see that you’ve hurt them, it’s the worst feeling in the world. And the only thing you can do is say sorry and hope that you can make things better in some way. And you learn to be mindful of what you do and how it affects everyone around you. You start to pay attention. You start to care a little more. And you think about those mistakes.