The caos that is my desk on a daily basis. If only my closet were this stocked with accessories…
Arches National Park, UT
One of many photographs that I’ll be posting from Utah trip #2. When the mood strikes, I want to write about the trip, and maybe if opportunities on the horizon unfold, I’ll have much more to write and reflect on. For now, just a photo to leave you with. Enjoy!
New water mark. I suppose I’ll start using it on all future photos.
A very beautiful surprise to have the sunset to end all sunsets. Solar eclipse as seen from my yard.
// Indian Creek Climbing Narrated in Photography//
That about sums it up. Wonderful trip with wonderful people.
Phoenix has its moments of beauty, even in the Trader Joes parking lot.
So, I’ve got this new job. It’s pretty cool. Upon arriving to work at an early but entirely reasonable hour, I walk onto the designer consignment store floor, with a cluster of keys around my wrist and the task of identifying new and quality designer products to photograph. Yeah… I could be into this.
I LOVE MY JOB
// Para Ti//
Me gusta, mi amor
Estar entre tus brazos
Te siento cerca y mi cuerpo arde
Mi sangre nerviosa
circúla de prisa..
Al quitarme la ropa
Como si fuera una rosa.
Tus manos sensibles
En mi piel
Me provocan
Y como felina ..pausada y dominante
Recorro tu cuerpo.
Como serena vibración
Tu voz arde en mis latidos lentos.
Temblores de siglos
Abren mis silencios
Llueve y tu canto de agua
Forma brisa de tejidos claros
Que penetran en mi cuerpo.
Abres por fin
El portón cerrado y sellado
De mi ser
Que en desvelos de esperanza
Emerge como una alborada.
Asaltas mis caminos desiertos
e invisibles marcas
Tus huellas
Como luz en el profundo
Refugio de mi cuerpo.
Me gusta estar entre tus brazos
// 19.5 YEARS//
19.5 years. 19.5 years of classes, teachers, homework, dress codes, text books, exams, assessments, lectures, projects, critiques, stress, grades, supplies, and countless hours of rip-your-hair-out work. 19.5 years of comparison, social awkwardness, lunch room drama, pranks, teasing, and opportunities for humiliation and self-conscious feelings. 19.5 years of sleepovers, play dates, study sessions, late-night phone calls, inside jokes, school plays, soccer games, graduations, laughing, crying, laughing while crying, friendships, relationships, and everything in between.
Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll get dressed up with my family, wear my navy cap, gown, and tassel, and walk across a stage to the sound of generic applause and my name echoing over a microphone by someone I’ve probably never met in my life. they’ll shake my hand, tell me congratulations, and that’s it. It’s all over. 19.5 years culminating to one cheesy moment shared with thousands of other graduates and families.
Now what?
It’s my responsibility to break the apron strings and determine how I’m going to live my life. This should be a release, and I should feel ready to take my learning and apply it to some grand occupation of my dreams…right? Turns out I feel more lost than at the start of my higher education. I love photography, yes, but I’m second guessing my desire to throw myself into the pressure of creative production at an unreasonable pace which defines the photography industry. Maybe it’s not for me.
For the time being, I’m taking a break from worrying. Will I work…yes. Will I photograph…of course. But I think my mind needs a break from the 19.5 years of structure and planning and grooming.
I understand so much of myself at this point in my life, yet there is still so much I haven’t discovered, which I know will reveal itself through struggle, confusion, and, ultimately, discovery.
Congratulations to all of my friends who are graduating tomorrow, or have already begun their lives. We fucking did it!
I am a viewer of color, or culture, of detail, and most importantly, the beauty of the unknown.
