Hey everyone,
so...It's been a while, but i can finally say that my new Wordpress blog is up and running! It was just time for a move.
here's the link ^_^
https://wordsdreamsphotos.wordpress.com/
hope you enjoy pursuing my posts (: and don't forget to comment! (:
Yours, etc.
Words. Dreams. Photographs.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Bros.
My photo shoot with Sarah kinda gave me some inspiration. I took Joel and Caleb out and got some pictures of them too :) It was sorta the same style as Sarah's..just...boys instead of girls haha. It was good :)
So it was pretty good :) i never know how to end a post about pictures...or how to write them for that matter haha.
One of my favorites
I liked the out-of-focus look in this one.
I used my Polaroid for a prop in some of them :)
Bros :)
So it was pretty good :) i never know how to end a post about pictures...or how to write them for that matter haha.
Labels:
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brothers,
family,
gloves,
photography,
photos,
pictures,
projects,
skateboards
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
**untitled**
Hello. It's been a while hasn't it? i know that's a completely cheesy was to begin a post, but it's true all the same. So while i sit here with my cozy cup of hot chocolate (normally i don't drink hot chocolate, but today is exception...not sure why though) let me tell you...something.
i know lots of people come back to their blogs after a long absence and talk about how they've been way too busy to write anything elementary. I could say that, but i won't. I mean, i have been busy, but that's not why i haven't written. the thing is that i don't really have much to say. I could come on about once a week and say something really bothersome and short, but that would be pointless. you know what I'm saying?
Well, today i took Sarah out for a little mini-photo shoot. It was cold out of doors, so i got Joel's hoodie and a little pink beanie and out we went.These are some of my favorites :)
Yeah....she got cold and we went inside.
so long.
i know lots of people come back to their blogs after a long absence and talk about how they've been way too busy to write anything elementary. I could say that, but i won't. I mean, i have been busy, but that's not why i haven't written. the thing is that i don't really have much to say. I could come on about once a week and say something really bothersome and short, but that would be pointless. you know what I'm saying?
Well, today i took Sarah out for a little mini-photo shoot. It was cold out of doors, so i got Joel's hoodie and a little pink beanie and out we went.These are some of my favorites :)
Half the time she was sitting on this old desk we have next to our garage.
Not sure which is my favorite..thoughts? :)
Yeah....she got cold and we went inside.
so long.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The Wrong End of a Telescope
The dreary rain knocks with urgency at the window, like a
thousand tiny drummers. Upon opening the glass, I stare in amazement as the
field in front of me pulls apart, like a mountain from an avalanche or two
halves of an Oreo, revealing a large murky swimming pool. After climbing out of
my window, I dive in and swim down until I am enveloped in inky blackness, and
can see no more. Reaching out my hand, I grasp a brass doorknob and open the
mysterious portal, pulling myself through.
Now I’m in a bright, tall chamber, filled with candle
chandeliers; each candle extinguishing itself, and then lighting again,
creating a rhythmic pattern, like Christmas lights on a crisp December night.
To my right, a hundred faceless musicians wearing top hats and bow ties strum upon
large silver ukuleles. To my left there is an enormous mahogany bookcase,
filled to bursting with aged tomes and ancient volumes of every size and color.
A little book keeper stands on a roll away staircase with a crate of books,
everlastingly attempting to cram another novel into the sea of hardbacks. Straight
ahead, I see a long hall, at the end of which a shiny carousel waits for me. I
choose a tall steed, black with a fiery red mane and wild eyes. The carousel
turns, slowly at first, but then speeds up, creating a panorama of blurred
shapes and colors. When it eventually stops, I clamber down and stumble off and
behold the new world in front of me.
Wide-eyed, I walk hesitantly towards the crimson drape, the
sort you usually find in an old-fashioned theatre or a certain strange barber
shop. When I draw the curtain, instead of seeing the expected crowd of
onlookers, I see only a little old man sitting under a spotlight, pulling a
bow across his cello strings and creating a tune so melancholy and lachrymose,
it feels inescapable.
Then the violoncellist suddenly looks up, but he has no
face. In the place of what would be called a visage, eyes, nose, etc.; he has
but a mouth, placed in the very centre of his head. It is withered,
but curls up into a sinister grin.
The walls start to close around me, and the cellist
disappears from view. I find a ladder and begin to ascend as fast as possible
as the walls press in closer. I reach the ceiling and pound until that section
becomes loose. I lift the round object and roll it to the side.
I emerge from what appears to be a hatch in a great city. All
the colors: reds, oranges, blues, etc., had been stripped and replaced with a
mottled grey. Turning, I look up and see a gigantic oak. Out of that large
tree, flies an enormous eagle with large talons and a beak the size of a sail
boat. Going in the opposite direction, I run down the street and hastily enter
what appears to be a Shawarma café, the door swinging shut behind me. Everyone
in this place stairs at me as if I have three heads or am singing a folk song
in a loud, obnoxious voice. Then they seem to shift their accusing gaze to
somewhere behind me. I look through the window and see the giant eagle come
crashing through the glass, shards spewing everywhere. It snatches me up,
blasting through the roof, and swiftly carries me away.
I try to escape the
eagle, and at last succeed and plummet through the air. I land in a vast pool
which is full of fat manatees, and whiskery catfish, as well as other strange
creatures of unknown origin. Swimming to land, I recognize it to be the very
same body of water where my adventures began. As I walk away, it closes up, the
earth rolling in mighty waves. I find my house and climb in through the same
window. Everything is just as it should be- the same as before. Reality.
Labels:
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peculiar places,
thoughts,
writing
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
This post is a bit superfluous so...
For some reason, I always like to begin my posts by describing something...i don't know why, but that's okay.
Moonbeams stream through my window, creating a puddle of
light on my floor. Pulling open the blinds, I press my nose against the window,
fogging up the glass, looking out at the bright moon shining through
transparent clouds, creating a silent halo encircling itself, and trying to
discern the stars from the airplanes. The song “You’re Beautiful” by Phil Wickham
comes to mind. I decide that it’s the perfect time to write down some thoughts in
my little blue notebook, fighting off insomnia, by moonlight. You don’t have to
read them if you don’t want to, but if you want to, then go ahead. ^_^
What is it about the sky? What’s with the starts that are
sprinkled so generously across their violet backdrop, or the sun that paints the
clouds with pinks and oranges? Why is it that we find the moon, only a
reflection of its majesty, so beautiful? Why do we find comfort gazing at
something that’s there all the time?
Maybe because it reminds us that there’s a hope. That we’re
not alone, because there’s someone who’s more important than us, who knew us before the
beginning of everything.
Well, we appreciate the sky anyway, even if there’s no
particular reason other than it just being absolutely marvelous, with all of its constellations, sunrises, sunsets, and
eclipses.
Like i said, there's not special purpose to this post.
I’ve decided to read Les
Miserables by Victor Hugo before December 25th when the movie
comes out, if it kills me. So far I’m doing alright. I just love the way he
painted his story. He was so right about so many things. If you don’t know what
it’s about, or don’t really care whether you see it or not, watch this. It’ll change your
mind. And if it doesn't...well that's your own problem.
Enough about that.
I know that
about 99% of everybody has already said this, at least once, but… fall is
almost here!! :D (not to mention I’m probably one of the very few people who
have not had a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks yet…yeah…I know…) I can’t
wait for fires and leaves and cold weather and sweaters and hoodies and s’mores
and hot chocolate….I could go on for…a really long time.
if you've made it this far, thanks for reading. If you didn't make it this far, thanks anyway :)
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Morning by Morning
It's 6 o'clock, saturday morning. Most people are still asleep. But i can't. Thoughts have been running through my head like a steamy locomotive, fogging my brain. Worrying about friends, and sports, and all that jazz. Eventually the light from the dawn filtered lazily through my window. i don't know why, but the song "He's Always Been Faithful" by Sarah Groves came into my head. it's a beautiful song.
I went downstairs, the downstairs that would soon be filled with people's voices and the sounds of little kids eating breakfast. I quietly opened the back door and stepped out onto the chilly back deck. Sitting on the table, i started to think about the song, and how it applied to me, looking at the pink clouds from the sunrise.
Truth is, I didn't need to worry about all that stuff. God's going to provide what I need. "He's always been faithful, He will be again."
thanks God.
I went downstairs, the downstairs that would soon be filled with people's voices and the sounds of little kids eating breakfast. I quietly opened the back door and stepped out onto the chilly back deck. Sitting on the table, i started to think about the song, and how it applied to me, looking at the pink clouds from the sunrise.
Truth is, I didn't need to worry about all that stuff. God's going to provide what I need. "He's always been faithful, He will be again."
thanks God.
Friday, September 14, 2012
The toe doctor
If you were to go to the movie theater, purchase tickets for the film 'moriahs life,' buy a large bucket of popcorn with extra butter, and sit down, when the curtains rose you would happen upon the scene of me sitting in the toe doctor office. Not a very exciting place to be, because you're home schooled so that doesn't usually mean you get to skip classes. You would also find me painfully typing this out on an iPod touch because I made the stupid decision of leaving my trusty notebook in the car, along with my Arizona. You may be wondering what's the matter with my toe, but sadly I myself do not know as that is yet to be decided by the toe doctor who seems to be making every effort to avoid me. All I know is that it looks really gnarly and I have been in a great deal of pain (ask my friends they'll tell you) so here I am after a series of mildly unfortunate events in a tiny little room with a huge door painting an alarming shade of yellow and If you were to go to the movie theater, purchase tickets for the film 'moriahs life,' buy a large bucket of popcorn with extra butter, and sit down, when the curtain s rose you would happen upon the scene of me sitting in the toe doctor office. Not a very exciting place to be, because you're home schooled to that doesn't usually mean you get to skip classes. You would also find me painfully typing this out on an iPod touch because I made the stupid decision of leaving my trusty notebook in the car, along with my Arizona. You may be wondering what's the matter with my toe, but sadly I myself do not know as that is yet to be decided by the toe doctor who seems to be making every effort to avoid me. All I know is that it looks really gnarly and I have been in a great deal of pain (ask my friends they'll tell you) so here I am after a series of mildly unfortunate events in a tiny little room with a huge door painted an alarming shade of yellow and walls that has pastel dinosaur trimming plastered to the walls, rambling on about nothing in particular...
Now i'm in the car, waiting for mi madre to come out of rite aid wih my toe perscription. I dont know why I bother boring you guys with all this useless information. Have you ever met someone who constantly supplies you with useless information? Its disparaging. Especially when you happen to already know this nonsense yet they insist on tellin you anyway. I have. But that's ok :) pardon my little rant. Let's move on. Words. I love words. I know it's nerdy but what's wrong with the truth? Words are just so spectacular and marvelous and stupendous. You can do so much with them. Think of all the things you wouldn't be able to do without words. I wouldn't be typing this to you right now without them.
And thus concludes my little trip to the toe doctor. Turns out its infected. Yeah. Gross. Anyway. I'm just going to stop talking now......
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