Sometimes, when the words have escaped my mind and have lost their way between my lips, I take pictures. So instead of a woeful composition of verbs and nouns I'll share with you what I've seen lately. From my mind to yours.
I learned from a friend today that, "its not always about creating photographs. It can be about finding ones that already exist.” I think I'll take this into account in my next fit of frustration.
I don't really know what I'm doing with my life. But here are a few more photos I took a few weeks ago. Pardon me for my perpetual state of, "blah". I'm in a transitional period. I call it, "finding myself". Being an ambivalent transient is starting to sound better and better everyday, though.
Over the summer, I had made the decision that the only physical attempt I could make at making the world a far more decent place was to engage my closest friends and myself in various acts of positive vandalism. We decided on places to “tag” and moving thoughts to write. One night we attacked the Lincoln Shrine in Redlands with words upon words that spilled our ever-evasive fervor. We just wanted to change the world. Or at least turn a few heads with our completely anonymous acts of zealousness. It was beautiful and on more than one outing, we all became very close to one another. We came together, for a single cause. Always with my sidewalk chalk. This is of one of our many taggings that very day. Enjoy.