“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
― Ansel Adams

She never came

Fantasies of a mountain man

Do you remember that time that you said that we would go camping together? I was so glad to finally  go like all the other kids got to.That next day at school I boasted that my dad was taking me camping. My teacher was slightly concerned...

I told them like I told myself. I told them so that I would feel better. Feel something. Pretend.

So that weekend "we" went "camping".

I put up the tent myself. Tents were never your thing.

I collected wood and started the fire. You never were very good at that.

I cooked dinner, I told us a campfire story, I tucked us into bed.

I made sure that 'we' had the best camp out ever.

And that next morning I had to be the one to explain to my angry mother (your wife) and the cops where we had been all night. I don't know why she was crying. I had you to look after me.

We had the best camping trip ever. I just wish that you could have been there to enjoy it with me.

How to YOLO

How to YOLO

Step 1: think of something. Anything. Particularly bad things.

Step 2: do it.




How to live
Step 1: don't YOLO

For Mr. Nelson

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky"



Taken by yours truly.

Music

Noise does not require success to be perfect.
It's love.

Nostlagia

Nostalgia is a beautiful yet curious thing. It is the only thing that connects me with the happy memories of my past, but for some reason he always brings along his buddies sadness and longing.

Sometimes I like to feel sad.That sense of longing gives me something to feel deeply about. It gives me something to hope for.

 I love the smell of Christmas trees and roasting chestnuts, but I think I enjoy the memory or idea of them more than the actual thing. I enjoy the sense of comfort and happiness that they bring.

 For some reason, I can never find nostalgia when I want it. It can't be created. It simply presents itself to you whenever it so pleases, so make sure you cherish those moments. Breath them into your bloodstream and never exhale. Don't take a picture, make a memory. It'll last longer.