My Pictures Do the Talking

I was looking at my Facebook a little while ago and I realized that I have a whole stinkin bunch of pictures on there. But hey, I love photography so I can get away with it right?
I thought I would share some of my favorite pictures on here, to make my page a little more colorful. These are pictures that I still feel really convey the emotion at the time of the shot. Or maybe they just bring me back to the moment. (Sadly, all of these are more than a year old, some up to three years. Perhaps soon I will upload my favorite recent pics) Enjoy.

Taken at Camp Cedar Crest. I love that you can see the snow falling and the people in the foreground are so bundled that you don't see their faces. And then that one guy sticks out, no hood. I like it.

 One of the greatest moments of my life: seeing Family Force 5 in concert last year after being a fan for five years. Most exhilerating, exciting, crazy, fun thing ever.

 I call this one "Take Me Away". I snapped this somewhere up north, and it just seems like the perfect getaway house, country roads, plenty of shade from the trees, and lots and lots of fresh grass to run through.

 This is another beautiful moment I experienced. I went on a three hour ride through the countryside at my aunt's ranch. This picture breathes whimsy and freedom.

 An awesome hike I went on with my aunt. It's densely wooded, but opens up to grassy meadows every once in a while, and it's right on the coast! If I was a hippie I would live there in the forest with the birds and the trees and the ocean calling.

 This is overlooking part of my aunt and uncle's property. This photo always makes me think of a time of rest. I spent a few days at their beautiful ranch getting back on my feet.

It's a sad, bleak, lonely photo taken from my cell phone. But it reminds me of where I have been and gives me hope for the future because I know my God is good.



Forbidden pleasures.

A first view in New York City. Busy busy place with not so great memories, but I love it the same.

One of the sacred notebooks lying on a table at my old high school. So much history in those things. We could write books with the stories told in all four of them

One of my first glimpses of Portland, OR four or five years ago. God has given me an intense passion for this city and I can't wait to see it burn.



I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real.

We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.

I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.

It will burn.

Thrice-The Arsonist