It’s hard to start fresh when you have history. It’s hard to deceive previous experience and it’s hard to ignore open wounds. Even so, she meant more to me than anything I’ve ever known.
We were only thirteen but I’d seen more shit than most people do in theaters. I was jaded before I was even a teenager but it was all okay to her. She would ask me walk her to class even though it would make me late — and I would — because she’d do the same for me. For 7 years, she was the only person I had trusted myself to. The thought of starting from scratch seemed insurmountable, so when we went our separate ways, I kept my distance with the other girls.
Years later she came back, but not for love. It was out of trust that she came to me for help. I didn’t mind, I felt like I owed it to her: she gave me something to believe in and that feeling was more than I could ever materialize. So when I had a chance to repay her, how could I say no?
And after all, I still loved her.
Looking back, I knew it was trouble. She had moved on and I was still uneasy about how things ended. I mean, she built me up over the years and then tore me down in days. I was lost and distracting myself from reality every chance I got. But buried beneath all of my patchwork, the foundation that she laid was still there and the desire for her structure never faded.
So when she asked for help, my answer was yes.
Hawthorne Bridge in Portland, OR at 3am. The story behind this shot goes something like this:
I went out to a hip hop show downtown and met a guy that’s been around the Portland scene for awhile, as bar close was approaching they invited me out to Salmon Street Studio to continue the party.
Long story short, after an hour or so of partying and meeting new people, I figured it was about time to walk back to my place and took the Hawthorne Bridge — which was fairly empty at that point in the night. I decided it would be fun to lay down in the middle of the bridge and drunkenly snapped this shot while I was chilling out. Turned out to be a pretty awesome shot and a great night overall.
Taken while climbing over the rockslide that occurred back in 2008 or 2009. I can’t remember the exact date that we were told but the path was definitely blocked off. We just ignored the signs and walked through anyway. Definitely worth it.
In anticipation of Instagram on Android, I present to the world: A vintage style picture from Yosemite National Park in January.
If you look in the very back, you can see part of Half Dome.
Oh, and I’m now a community manager over at DigitalTrends.com, the office is awesome and I’ll post a picture soon.
I’m a little disappointed with how the clouds turned out to look so blurry on this one but I absolutely love the colors, regardless. California was a weird place, especially when it came to the landscape, but it sure made for some wicked photos. This one was taken off the side of Highway 1 somewhere in between Santa Cruz and Monetery, looking up from the beach.