Postcard

Over many miles, across the sea, I have sent to thee...
I hope you receive it and it doesn't get returned to me...

Emergency Hit and Crash...

This is what I'm looking at through my window, right now... 9 police vehicles, 2 ambulances, and a firetruck... A Bentley hit a pedestrian and knocked into a telephone pole crusing into the marta bus stop... seriously I just stared at a lifeless body in the road... creepy.

Reflecting & onto 24

Growing up my parents told me I could be anything I wanted to be...
I chose to be me.

Another year, another moment to reflect. Twenty-four years of roaming, learning, loving, dreaming, experiencing and creating, among many other things. With epic wonders and manic lows life has treated me in ways only one could fathom. I must say though, I am well on my way to living my dream, if I’m not already.

As a kid, I of course wanted to be a Doctor, a Firefighter, a Chef, a Deep Sea Diver, and a powerhead in the game of life... but most of all I wanted the simpleness of being “cool”. I wanted people to look up to me, to make people happy, to put a smile on their face, a laugh that shakes their soul. To make them feel wanted and needed, to inspire and make them go forward in what makes them tic. I guess this is why I not only enjoy people but creating things that make you look beyond the picture, beyond the canvas, beyond the materialistic. I find the moments and things in life that make us do this... well, fascinating. I want to make a note of it, to capture it and to hold on, probably why I enjoy photos so much. Taking a photo and being able to look back and reflect just as I am about this year and all the other ones that fell before it. So to anyone I’ve ever talked to, had dinner with, anyone I’ve ever met, anyone that has ever touched me, inspired me, bumped into, yelled at, anyone I’ve lost, been hurt by and loved by thank you...

Thank you for molding me into the person I am. I look forward to the rest of my many adventures life has before me.

Day of the Dead

With the pain of my sciatic subdued photo shoots have been going at a non-stop rate. Inspiration is pouring out of my veins as my b-day approaches. I've been working with painter friend Jarrett Becke and together we have been raising eyebrows to the point of getting photos banded from facebook to comments a mile long. I'm super ecstatic as I watch my work progress... I sat back after Tues shoot and said... yes I actually took these! The photos are nothing less than beautiful, interesting and leaving you wanting more!

Mixed Tapes

“Having a cassette in hand is a romantic thing,”
“It’s a creative way to get attention.”

I love tapes, and the simple fact that they can put a smile on your face and a mystery in your ear!

To the ER...

Sometimes in life it is necessary to ask for help... I on the other hand like to over do it.

Moving from Morning Side over to Buckhead I thought it was a grand idea to move by myself over a week in a half span. With my back hurting I decided to take a break and meet my friends out for a few drinks. As we played a few games of drunk Jenga I should have gone home but instead I thought... hey let's go dancing... this is where I went wrong. Feeling loose I busted out and started to break dance to Lady Gaga... needless to say she got me with her poker face.

That night I went to the bathroom and had to crawl on my hands and knees back to my bed I was in so much pain. When the morning came my lovely James came over and went to cvs for me to get me the essentials of being wrapped up in bed. I was in pain but nothing grinding my teeth couldn't handle. Later that evening my Jenni Penni came over bringing me healthy snacks and an ice pack but within an hour of her leaving I went from pain to I can't move, I wanna die. I made my way to the bathroom in which I broke out in a cold sweat from the unbearable pain, I felt myself go white as I pulled my arms to my face as I collapsed onto the floor. I was kicking in pain for I awoke with a charley horse calling out for my roommate w/ no answer. I laid on the floor for 40 some mins before cammando crawling to my phone and calling T down at work, telling her I needed to go to the hospital.

As I laid there waiting for her to get there Nessa came in finding me on the floor... I was crying in pain because the charley horse still hadn't stopped... through the tears I told her T was on her way up and to help me put clothes on because I was not going to the hospital or wanted anyone to see my half naked self. As Nessa was putting pants on T and my boss Jeff came in and helped me make the decision of them taking me or the ambulance. Once at the hospital I was surprised that when in the amount of pain I was in I got my own room within 15 mins of arrival! I remember being asked a handful of questions and handing over my insurance card as the iv that was placed in my arm began to make me feel really good! I don't remember to much after that but I will say having to go to the hospital there is no one I'd rather go with then the crew that took me! Thanks Nessa, T, and Jeff!

The real reason for being in the hospital... Thanks Doctor T.
Watch this for a comical reason on why I love these guys for making a scary experience a refreshing one.

Another New Start

And it's that time again... you know the time to pack up all your stuff and move to another grand place! Another adventure of living all over the city. I can now walk to work and see the skyline, you could say I'm one happy camper... if only my muscles didn't feel like Jello and my bones didn't wanna lock on me, today would be so much easier... yet the moving must go on and so must my 5 to 8 loads of laundry!