Day 7/365

Day 7: "My take on peace"

I actually took this 3 years ago, I believe. My take on peace still hasn't changed.

6/365

Day 6: "River Rocks"

Its amazing how beautiful the things that we completely overlook are. Even when they are the centerpiece on your kitchen table.

Day 5/365

Day 5: "Fucked up"

So I took this picture when I visited Chicago, IL last summer. Anthony says it reminds him of the "Fucked Up" CD cover. Not intentional, though, because I don't listen to/like Fucked Up.

I guess I can see a similarity.

4/365

Day 4: "Love & Love"

I haven't got much to say about this one, I think the picture says it all.

3/365

Day 3: "Entangled"

I absolutely love the natural lights and shadows in this picture. There was absolutely zero editing done to this picture, and it came out amazing.

2/365

Day 2: "Keys"

So I was kind of inspired by my wedding anniversary necklace for today's picture. I think it looks timeless and absolutely beautiful.

Project 365: Day 1/365

It is the beginning of my good friend Alyssa and I's "Project 365" today. We share a love of photography and both decided to start a project of taking one picture a day, for 365 days. We intend to keep up with this project on a daily basis and I, as well as she, i'm sure, are excited to share our journey.

Day 1: "One bright day"

Reality...?

What is reality, and what are merely things inside ones mind that only come out at night?

There I lay, enveloped in my linens.

My eyes began to spasm as I stared at my window, the sweet early morning light barely peeking through.

I sat and watched, but did nothing to try to stop myself from the clear trauma I was experiencing.

There I lay, in those linens, but there I stood observing my own self.

My body lay there, rooted down and as immovable as a structure made of stone.

A transparent face looked me right in my eyes, as if to stare through me, rather than at me.

I continued to watch myself, as my unrelenting body convulsed.

Through the eyes of my body that lay there, in that daze, i observed the face.

It took great pleasure in taunting and provoking me, as I lay there, unable to defend myself.

This seemed to continue for an eternity...and then I woke up.

An enemy, but a gift.

There are so many elements of time. Time cannot be mimiced. Time is time.

There was time before I, and there will be time after. One moment will always be its own unique moment.

Just as a moment in time becomes history; history is a moment in time.

What was once can never be recreated, because time does not rewind.

Time goes forward, but never back. And this, in my eyes, is one of life's greater tragedies.

They say what once was shall never be again; and this is one of the most valid, raw things I have heard in my time.

Time is an enemy, but time is a gift.

I wish there were a way to preserve a memory accessible through the human senses I have been blessed with. A memory I could not only see and hear, but touch. I would hate to have to creep through the dark, narrow spaces and somehow find the secret passages in my brain where the memories that have become lost as a result of time, the enemy but the gift, reside. I would play back this memory as many times as I pleased, and time could not interfere.

Tomorrow is not promised, and yesterday will never be today.

Cherish all you have in your life, because when a moment becomes prior, you will never see that moment again.