Day 121 - Stormy Emotion

Been a long day with little relief. I'm exhausted and emotionally spent as well as physically tired.
I have caffeine pumping through my body and it irks me, like oxygen fuels a fire.

Dark storm clouds over Pittsburgh today kids.
I just hope I take some friends from this place, because I really like the kids here.

I finished something in Photoshop today using the liquify tool. which is basically a really complicated pencil and I drew an intricate image using color. It's awesome.

There's no time left for losing, when we've already lost what we have to lose.
And when you become the currency to me,
I'm not just letting go.
Your scar is still there babygirl.

Day 119 - School's Back

Second Day at Point Park University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I love it here. It's hard to adapt because I'm the only one from Jersey. It';s really different, everyone speaks differently and reacts differently, and it's just interesting, but it makes me feel a little outcasted. The surrounding area is mad interesting though. It's complicated I suppose.

People can change things. Words can crumble days.
And actions can manipulate lifetimes.

Day 113 - Almost Out

It's been a lot of work with school, not going to lie. But even with a sprained ankle I kept it real and checked out an abandoned buiding on Saturday. All 11 storys of it.

We climbed half a mile into the sky twice, slid across a rusting metal tube 70 feet in the air with no reiling, and lived to photograph it.

This school year has ben pretty incredible. All I really have to say is that this world is getting smaller, and old memories in these buildings are getting eaten alive by wrecking balls and tractors each day, Seize the moments you have to explore and procreate.

There's another country down the street from you. Go explore it.

Day 109 - Almost

I'm a good person, and I know that. I just hope soon other people know it too.

I love this place.

Day 108 - Oh My and He's Back

It's been a while. Instead of posting 39 photographs of the days i've been absent from this, i'm going to post a few that really explain what i've been through.

Life has been, interesting for me. I've come to the revelation that time doesn't stop, even if you take a photograph. That may seem simple to you, but psych-wise, it's a really big deal. I've got a lot to look forward to, and i've done a lot in the last few months.

I've taken on a lot of creative ideas and projects. And i'll share the ideas and such with the world. It's funny I say world, because although this is available to billions of people, it's seen by maybe one or two.

FOR PHOTOGRAPHERS :

When shooting at night or in dimly lit areas, set your shutter to bulb in manual, and your flash to rear. Fire the shutter as quickly as you can while holding the camera steady, and you'll get perfect color and light, everytime.

FOR EVERYONE

Love doesn't wait. Don't assume it will.

You have an entire other country down the road from you. Go explore it.

Day 68, 69 - Life Saving Flash

The man sat in the deep hallow hall, with the sound of the choir reverberating off the chandaliers and the glass panels with saturated colors. He was a killer. A paid killer to keep lives safe he took other lives away, oh what a concept he found that to be. He sat with his back to the stage and his head down, resting on his knees. He was unseen to the hundreds of people intently listening to the music since he was sitting on the floor, away from everyone in the first row. He could feel the vibrations of th speakers behind him. He felt alone except for a nice old african american lady who hummed and rocked to the music, her eyes closed and her mind wide open.

He breathed in, and see he was dumbfounded. Because what he saw day in, day out he learned to only fear God, and not the weapons of the weak, and especially not the weakness of the heart.

But here he cried, silently under the roar of the organs and the violins and the pulsing piano and the powerful electricity. His heart trembled for that girl in that lonely lagoon, it was wishful thinking. He;d never been able to feel the tears that tore ruts into his skin, for he feared not the weakness of the heart.

But now, oh now he was free. And the man left that night and swore never to shoot anyone ever again, even if his life depended on it.

Day 66, 67 - In The Morning

Abandoned but not Forgotten