Captured at Savage

Aside from the decent/productive day I had at work it was also pleasing to meet with bride-to-be Deidra. I delivered her engagement shots that were taken in Savage Mill, MD. The conditions of that evening were similar to the overcasting weather that we experienced today. Not as windy and cool though... (thank goodness)

Take a look.

Welcome Back

I took an extended hiatus from blogging and here was my thought process 1) no one is reading 2) am I just complaining or nagging...who wants to read that? 3) Precious (un-copyrighted) poetry is exposed. Suddenly, I realized that writing is an exercise, an exercise that must be practiced, an exercise that must be shared and I also have a new found interest and skill in photography. So now you get a new exposure to an artistic side that has been in development for quite some time. I hope to hear feedback and reactions throughout the oncoming weeks and I hope to have your support in my artistic decisions. Until then...

Mother's Day

Mom doing what she does best.

Behind the scenes @ the R&H Fashion Show

and so

And so..

The world is ruthless
Because i cannot cooperate
i don’t know if it’s the fact that
i can’t conform
or
if the system is designed to a calculated output.
An output that has now put me in a critical position
i’m in opposition with prosperity,
i’m wealthy with optimism but poor in presentation.
the ground cracks as I tiptoe over chances of success
Then burn in the dark
Can’t be seen in the light so im pushed aside as if lie is pristine
But it aint
And I hurt
im in pain because i don’t know if a pure soul is meant to endure through this
This is life?
This is bullshit
My optimism is incendiary
Burning fires through my smile
And it dances alone across shadowless cold floors
i can’t cash in on happy thoughts
I would rather scream
As blood drains down the gutter
Blending it with everyone else's
There i go conforming
And the world drinks us victims
Because as beautiful as she is….
Avenged
She is ruthless
Ad her kiss
Dilutes my purity

testimony

See,
lately i have had this fear that i wont live up to my own expectations
that ‘ll fall short of my own finish line
and diminished time will grapple my shoulders and force me to submit.
i feel as if tears will fall and collect and my puddle will gain vast swells
swallowing me inside
drowning me until i can no longer cry
anymore
my days are filled with sighs and blank pages
inside; my soul silently enrages
and i'm warned about this stage is called what??
a quarter life crisis?
i embrace no crisis
the only word comparable to crisis is the crying i’ve done since i’ve turned twenty-five
but that’s only a soul purge
twenty five means I’m mature, too old to splurge
working on patient nerves and responsibilities
and responding to students that need to hone their abilities
they look up to me…
like a monument standing tall, eclipsing the sun,
they don’t squint, bright eyed and hungry for instruction
they don’t doubt that the outside world could lead a soul to destruction
if steered wrong
but as they run with me, soaking up the carefully placed words
their understanding will lead me to my finish line
and my fears cannot live in their lives.
i leave 'em at the door;
could you imagine if I used my life to give ‘em nothing to hope for?

so i find refuge
using their eyes as the windows to my escape
free falling through minds
journeying through the compos mentis presenting a conscience to the conscious
my inner lost adventurer discovers a new route and
the vices in my life
work like the devices that have been banned while driving
distracting
and fatal.
and no one fancies a fatality.
i lost a friend a few weeks ago making death
a first hand reality.
and i could not image leaving all of these touched souls behind…

[unfinished]