Writing makes me painfully aware that most of life isn’t preserved by words or images or sounds.
Today I felt something I don’t know the word for. I had felt it before and lingered on it for the same reason each time. This was however the … Continue reading Day 16[Reflection] Finished A Short Story
I stood in the parking lot of the Chicken Pot Pie shop dressed in day old sweat, and a tank top drenched in Febreeze and cigarette smoke. My hair was … Continue reading [Day 12][Photography | Story]: Sweat, Wristbands, and Breakfast with A Girl
Tonight I’m doing this instead of everything else 😁 These are the promises I kept to myself: Do Jonah’s Morning Exercises (100 push ups, 100 crunches, 100 body squats) Program … Continue reading Day 10(Reflection) We Do What We Want We Don’t Do What We Should
Today’s entry is the cover art for an open letter to my first-love, because The misery of the first two days finally paid off. Both My creativity and productivity went up … Continue reading [Day 4][ART]: “The Bridge We Share”
I know there’s a billion articles that evangelize self-care, positive thinking, and optimism, but to be honest–optimism and being positive can be F***ing Toxic sometimes. In the beginning of building … Continue reading [Day 1]: “Optimism and Positivity Can be F***ing Toxic”
It was a cold Fresno morning and I had overslept by about half an hour when I slithered out of bed. For someone who is insistent on waking up early, … Continue reading Two Older Ladies Bought Me Coffee
The photographer, to me, is a fly that gets invited into a party. A body that’s ready to act on its intuition for storytelling and is always watching the emergence and disappearance … Continue reading The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
She looks at me eyes sparkling with fear, hope and something that should break my heart. Something that saw me as the knight that I wasn’t. At least not the type to fall in love with the damsel he rescued.