If someone tells you no, it doesn’t mean you stop. Sometimes finding your own way, your own path, is what makes your life come alive.
I shot this while driving through Virginia headed to North Carolina. A beautiful drive with a lot of peace & open roads.
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.
Watching the sun melt on a back country road with the sweet smell of corn and freshly turned soil.
Most don’t understand the satisfaction or the comfort I get when doing this. Nothing but freedom. You can keep your thoughts or go empty minded. There is too much to focus on when you have time and open roads.
I challenge you to try this one evening. Find some country roads, roll the windows down, get your favorite jams going and just drive.
Ignited to provide light, sometimes heat & historically used as a method to keep time. The earliest candles originated in China around 200 BC.
I almost always have a candle burning while at home. To me it sets a soft, relaxing atmosphere. Watching the flame dance sometimes a contained area. Trying to escape from the heat that it produces itself. Running from something its forever attached to.
Have 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?
It 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.
I’ve been feeling uneasy the past couple days. Usually its an easy fix with a country drive, few sunset photos & ramen noodles. This time is different. I can’t seem to shake it no matter how many hours I spend driving or sitting outside in the night air. I’m certain it’ll work itself out, whatever it is.
Shot out there somewhere, windows down, music up & mind full of useless confusing thoughts.
I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”