Adventures

A couple days ago, my friend Hannah and I went adventuring and took photographs around this old, broken down house. She entered the first photo above ( the rest, somewhat crappy ones are mine ) in a photography contest where the prompt was "broken". The whole process was a really liberating experience for me. We kind of used the house as this symbol for all of our problems and woes. With each little movement I made trying to show that I was a "broken person," I realized just how true that was. But at the same time, I was reminded that I am small and insignificant, thus, my problems are too. I've lost sight of that recently, spending all of my hours with a heavy heart. When in reality, I have so much to be joyous about.

First Post

I've been meaning to start one of these;

to have a place where my scattered thoughts fall into some sort of organized pattern.

Chances are, my posts will be incredibly sporadic- I have a hard time keeping up with things.

I promise to attempt to keep things interesting.

I'm not that interesting of a person, but maybe I'll throw in some of my writing, photography, etc.

I'm trying to think of a nifty conclusion to my first ever post, your first impression of me.

I can't.