Growing up I didn’t know the fuck I was or what I wanted out of life. When I was younger in the city Steve, one of the older kids, offered me a cigarette and I took it. I looked up to Steve and he was the cool kid around the block. I was a kid I didn’t know better, I mean who would say anything? Our moms were to busy working trying to get food on the table, at least that’s what I thought. But as soon as I took that first puff you bet your ass I got caught. Three months later my mom moved me to the middle of nowhere and there were no more Steve’s around. Growing up in Nebraska I began to see things differently, introduced to new ideas and different hardships. “Where’s your dad?” Who the fuck knows. I hid my pain with “art” expressed myself through drawing and writing. To protect my feelings I wanted to be an extension of Steve, not give a fuck and do whatever I wanted when I wanted. As I began to lose myself more and more by getting into fights and getting in trouble, I wondered what Steve would think of me now. “I’m cool now” I’d tell myself. When I went back to the city to visit family, I was looking for Steve. I wanted him to see me different, see me as the older tough kid who wasn’t scared of anything. Hear the words “damn bro you’re tough”. Something that would validate my growth. I never saw Steve again. He had been buried for two months before I arrived. Some said he was at the wrong place wrong time, others said he got mixed in with the wrong crowd.. That’s the shit I think about at 4 am in the loft. The consequences of not finding yourself before it’s too late. I’m sorry Steve.
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Through the darkness.”Bzzzzz…..Bzzzzzz,” my phone vibrated against the cold mattress. Turning over, I looked at the time in disbelief. “3 a.m. already, ugh,” I mumbled to myself. I hesitantly reached over into the shadows, nudging the silhouette next to me. “It’s time to roll out,” I assured her. I quickly fumbled through the motions, still half asleep, grabbing my belongings scattered around before hopping into the truck bed below. My gaze was met by two sets of sharp, glowing eyes, cutting through the darkness, burning brightly in the reflection of my headlamp. They were ready, they were always ready. With a dull thud, the tailgate swung down. The chilling eyes brushed against my sides, leaping forward into the soft glow of moonlight. Before they hit the ground, they had transformed into two loyal companions. With a quick swig of coffee, I threw my heavy pack over my shoulders, and looked towards the moon, waiting for it to guide our way through the darkness.
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Sunsets are the reason I love shooting photography! More art @byeverythingpositive & screensaver on my story. Thanks for following my art
What else do you do when you’re hanging out on the side of a big wall in the middle of the night? There’s only so much talking to Pikas that you can do. Instead, you climb and shoot under the full moon light. .
I took a couple of my @lumecube Air LED lights up the wall with me to do some light painting. I also brought the new Air Modification Frame and light modifier pack with me so I could shape the light however I needed. I have been absolutely loving the smaller size of the Air; they take up less space and weight in my pack, and the magnetic back has turned out to be extremely useful. Finally being able to modify the shape of the light on the Air is huge! This shot was lit by a single Lumecube Air with the Modification Frame and Barn Doors mounted to it. If you’re looking for a ridiculously versatile light for photography and video use, I can’t recommend Lumecube enough. If you’d like 15% off your first order, shoot me a DM and I will provide you with the discount link. #lumecube#litbylume
This temple in Bali is undeniably beautiful but we were surprised to find out that the “reflection” is just a piece of glass under an iPhone 🤦🏻♂️ I realize that I’m a hypocrite since I took the photo but I still feel cheated... anyone have thoughts on this?