Is it too late to join the blog game or what? As an unspoken rule I generally like to like or do things about four or five years after they're cool. Mumford & Sons? Sounds like a hit. Breaking Bad? Season One is in my Netflix queue as we speak. Food carts? Delicious. Is performance fleece still a thing? Whatever. If it was cool in 2010 I'm all over it now. So, on that note, I'm blogging.
Well, not really. We'll see where this goes. An old college buddy of mine, a true friend the likes of which I've learned there are few in life, subtly reminded me the other day how I was once a burgeoning writer. And by burgeoning I mean wannabe, and by subtly I mean he voluntarily, without provocation, suggested I quit my day job and go write somewhere. Anywhere.
How's that for lighting a fuse?
Aside from delivering my resignation at work, I took his words to heart more than he probably ever realized I would.
Because I used to write. A lot. Loved it. So much so that I walked away from college with a four-year degree in it. But at some point I grew tired of my own voice. Why? Besides an absolute phobia of pretentiousness, I'm not totally certain. But I'm going to try and figure it out and I think the antidote to a twelve year bout of writer's block is to just write. So that's what I'll be doing here.
Now, back to photography.
Besides trying to write, I also aim to reveal all my new images on here as I get them. So posted below are a couple from a recent trip to Cape Kiwanda. The frothing ocean was terrifyingly wild that night and did not match the quiet pastels that lingered above. I sometimes admittedly get too close to the water, but no way, not this time.
This winter has been pretty quiet for me photographically, with some personal recharging going on, but I have big expectations for the next few months as well as the rest of the year. If you want to follow along fill out the subscribe via e-mail form in the upper right of this page and get notifications whenever I post new content.