A few years late

Children playing tag. One boy barely outpacing the others and thinking he’s better than the rest. A girl running her finger through the sand, making drawings because she thinks she’s an artist. A mother disciplining her child because she thinks she knows better. Groups of jovial teenagers poking fun at each other, acting as if the world is flat. A man fishing on a dock, completely oblivious of all the passerby. An entire ecosystem of thought and thought itself. 

Welcome to my mind and the not so beginning of my photographic journey…a few years late.

Yet here I am again at the intersection of my thoughts and my journey. Here lies the best way I know to express myself - writing. I enjoy writing. I enjoy writing for the purposes of storytelling. Not necessarily a story with a defined setting, creative foreshadow, a pivotal climax, and a resolution where the good guy gets the girl but rather an ongoing story of my thoughts. It’s a story I used to write often. I’ve maintained a couple of different blogs in the past. One of which was more or less a journal that I started in late high school to document my collegiate journey. I kept that for about 8 years and I’m so glad I did. The other blog was shorter lived but nearly as meaningful to me. Titled “From 0 to 2200”, it was a blog in the form of various styles of writings and photographs I maintained during my trek on the Appalachian Trail. I later reformatted that blog and printed a book.


As I had done with “From 0 to 2200”, let me now try explain what this journey will be about and my why. Understanding why should be the impetus for everything. If it’s not for why then it is for what and that is the wrong answer. 

This journey will be about my thoughts and learnings in the context of photography. It’s that simple. My writings will not always follow some order. Nor will they always make sense. Some may be for the purposes of describing new photographic technology and or photo editing tool. Some may be purely for entertainment…a creative writing piece or a poem. And yet some may be more philosophical, beckoning for the designer to rethink their design. And as for why? Because being forgotten is my biggest fear. Others will forget me and that’s okay but I don’t want to forget myself. And if I can do that while also writing something entertaining and of value to others then why not?

I’m a few years late but here I am.