Today was Christmas and it was a good day. I got to see my whole family which was great and as usual celebrated Christmas at my dad’s house and my mom’s house. This Christmas was the first to be celebrated at my mom’s new house, so that was nice. It was also my first Christmas with Hannah so that made it even more special. I love Christmas and even though there is craziness, rushing around, spending, stress, and lots of logistics, it is still my favorite time of the year. This Christmas was weird because it was special but it also came and went too fast and it was more stressful than usual. But it was still good.
Merry Christmas everyone!
P.S. Hannah dyed her hair purple for anyone who was wondering.
Not real sure how this came about or happened. Ashley & I got up and shot sunrise, checked some things out blah blah blah and the next thing you know Ashley, Boston & I were headed to Beach Road. It will be fun they said. You’ll see wild horses they said. What they didn’t say was take your tires down to 20psi. What they didn’t say was there is no rhyme or reason to driving down the beach. What they didn’t say was stay out of the fresh sand. (Right, I should have known that one) This photo was taken the first time we got stuck. (Thank you Ashley Olvey) After this we managed to get stuck again, as well as getting two others stuck. Heated up the transmission nicely & never saw a wild horse. Was it stressful?! Hell yes! However, the awesome people we met, Kevin from Maryland was a lifesaver & his father Rich said I wasn’t too dumb 😉
Hey Ashley, remember that one time we got stuck on beach road?!
I recently have had a lot of decisions to make with my job. I had a new job offer and then a counter offer to stay which was very surprising and which forced me to decide between two jobs. I got quite a few opinions and made lists. It was a little stressful trying to decide but today I finally made my decision. I just hope for the best and hopefully everything will go well.
Lunch shifts at the bar can be pretty hectic. People are in and out quickly on a lunch break. Fast pace, steady business & a lot of it, but its fun and a nice change up.
Today I met Skip. Nice guy, hairdresser, loud & funny. Kept the bar patrons entertained for some time.
I exploded two kegs on me while changing them. Beer just smells horrible after drying on your clothes and hair.
Meanwhile, the water company is out at my house shutting off the water as 32,000 gallons is just ‘down the drain’ due to a calcified valve on the water heater. However, I did have an opportunity to sit and chat with Brian, a firefighter and the gentleman whom we rent from. I enjoyed this conversation very much. A great guy. Caring & keeper of a ‘good vibe’.
With the mess of the day behind me and the comfort of his conversation, watching the sun set of this day, made me happy it was ending.
Remember how I said everyone is an asshole. Well that applies to life too. Life itself is an asshole. It always seems like there’s something. There’s always something dragging you down. As soon as something good happens, something bad happens. Life kicks you in the balls, laughs in your face and then keeps kicking. Sorry if it sounds pessimistic, but it’s the truth. Life just piles and piles up on top of you, slowly crushing until you can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything. Life, work, school, tests, grades, assignments, relationships. You get depressed, paralysed. Bad thoughts creep in. Thoughts of ending things. You don’t care if you’re alive or not. Everything seems insignificant. You just want to sleep and not wake up. You want to pass out just so things will stop for awhile. I and many others have felt this and thought these things. And it pisses me off. I guess I know I’m a little better because I’m angry. I feel something at least. I’m furious that life is this way. That life does this to people. That life tears you apart and then expects you to keep going like nothing happened. It’s not right. I’m furious and I want to punch life in the face. I want to fight back, but really what can I do? Nothing. So we stand up, brush the dirt off, and keep going, pretending that everything is okay and that we can do this.
Finally able to take a shot. After a long few days with lots of stress, talking, anxiety, big decisions looming and a general feeling of wanting to throw up, I was able to sit and take a shot. It had been too long. I was just sitting, thinking and I saw this. It’s weird how sometimes a shot will present itself. It just pops up and you have to stop everything and capture it. Put everything on hold and capture that image, or else it will drive you nuts. Or sometimes it’s a place you see or an idea of an image that comes to mind and you just have to get the shot. You have to get it out of your head. You’ll go to great lengths to set the picture up or get to the place (like ignoring trespassing signs or going to dangerous places). And this was one of them. I had been sitting there for probably half and hour and then I just stopped and really looked for some reason and I captured this. It’s nothing spectacular or special or that good, but it was a photo that I needed to take.
This is my current project in my design class. Copying a picture by shading in little squares on a graph. Each square is supposed to match the value of the color in the original picture. The project is supposed to make us focus on the value of a composition. It’s one of the more tedious things I’ve done. It’s one of the more boring things I’ve done. Tiny square after tiny square. But I have to do it. It’s a required class. Why I need this for a Photography major, I have no idea. But I do it anyway. Only three more years of hard work, classes, useless information and stress. All in the hopes of getting a piece of paper that will hopefully give me a job that I enjoy doing.