What is it about concerts that make them so healing? At least that seems to be the case for me. I feel unity and support at concerts. Mutual love and friendship for this musical act that has gotten you through some of the roughest times of your life. Your favorite singer was there to sing you out of your misery and loneliness. They made you feel loved and like you weren’t alone in this ugly world. Your favorite band was there to cheer you on when you graduated high school or college. After receiving the call that you got your first “real” job, you’d run to your radio and blast your favorite song and dance! No longer having to worry about your financial state and to hopefully never eat top ramen again. When you finally get to see that band or singer that has been with you through almost every step in your life, you feel complete. You lose your voice from screaming the songs along with them, like you used to do in your bedroom at 2 am after a break up or when you were stuck in a 5 o’clock traffic jam. You make new friends with common interests. You laugh, you drink, you have the best night of your life. Because hey, something’s gotta get you through this dull life, right?
As I was strolling along the beach for my daily sunset watch, I happened to come across a stiff, perfectly intact, dead bird. All I could think to myself was “could this possibly be an omen for my life?” That’s just my morbid/superstitious way of thinking that I deserve nothing more than sadness and death. But I couldn’t not take a picture because this bird was tragically beautiful. How did it die? Did it drown? Heart Attack? Old age? Also thought to myself, why am I thinking so much about a birds death, it’s just a bird right……….?
Side note: I get weirdly emotional over any type of death and I have since I was little. So I only felt it was necessary to give it a fake name and proper funeral.
I’m going to start a ~photo a day challenge~ to test my creativity and hone my photography and editing skills. And what better way to do that than by taking AT LEAST one picture a day! I mean I can do that….. right? I guess that means I have to be an active member of society and leave my bedroom and social anxieties behind. WORTH IT. Photography has always been a passion of mine, but it wasn’t until recently that I could save up the money to get a semi decent DSLR.
I found this cute chunky tomato hornworm eating all the greenery on my front porch. I tried moving some of the leave to get a better shot, but they scare easily. So, an all natural approach seemed more sensible to get an organic shot.
I’ve had the amazing privilege of growing up with some of the best grandparents imaginable. My mother was a single parent and was lucky enough to have these awesome folks help raise me. Unfortunately my grandma is near the end. Smoking 60+ years will do that to you. Luckily, she only lives about an hour away so I have the advantage of seeing her every weekend. Anywho, I drove up this week to take care of her after her most recent hospitalization and I decided to pull out the old photo albums and take a look. What a simpler time it was. The stories she has, the pictures I’ve seen, and the smile on her face when being shown these pictures/memories was rewarding. She’s lived one hell of a life. I love these two people more than words.
From the Left: My grandmother, my great uncle is kneeling on the ground, my grandfather is behind him without the hat, and the two others were their friends. 1955
My grandmother was so beautiful, def could’ve modeled! 1952-54
My grandfather with my grandmother’s step dad.
Grandmother with my uncle, 1956.
My grandfather and grandmother, 1961.