Thursday, October 30, 2008
Respect Mon
Life is an amazing journey. This past week I found the way to heal the aches of my heart. Jamaica gave me hope, love and the ability to dream again.
After a week of self discovery, self awakening, healing , and laughter I can truly say that this world, the people of this world are nothing short of miraculous. Through this short time I met Marshall who taught me to hope and to always keep my integrity, Gary " Romeo" who reminded me to smile and to create the enviroment that I want, Strickland who showed me the power of hard work and the necesity of knowing about the world around you, Shena who showed me how to be graceful, Micheal who taught me to dream big and Horace who taught me to take risks. All of them posess a different outlook on life- each one blessing me with their own life experiences. Each person changed me. Each person gave me so much.
Jamaica gave me so much.
Coming home has been bitter sweet- leaving the friends that I made and the memories that were created was difficult but also exciting. The things that were gained from this short work/vacation are things that will carry me into a full life.
Here are the images that helped create it all.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
The things of the heart
Everywhere I go, I love to talk to people.Theres something epic about talking to a person and for a brief moment, seeing into their life and what their story is about. To see as they see. This is why I take pictures. For the aestetic but also for the that moment- that moment when you can see someone, and I mean truly see them, through the photograph. Whatever it may be- small, grand or unique- I take pictures of people in hopes that I can record their true self.
For example, this is the King of Baseball- I met him at the flea market last Saturday. Through a quick glance, I could see that he is a collector of fine things- a detective of the past, someone who sees what others through away as treasure. Hes a historian hidden under glasses.
Hes the reason I take pictures. Another is the gentleman who sells honey, cane syrup and other goodness in a small town outside Wakulla. His simple truck is passed by everyday. His war hat tells a story, the scars on his face tell a story, but its hidden behind the simple job of selling honey. Taking a photograph that tells more than what it may seem in the beginning is the reason I take pictures.
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