it's summer time and instead of livin' easy, i have a murmur in my heart that has nothing to do with my health. the breeze is never cool enough and the sun is often too high by the time my world is ready to sleep.

my bones ache from trying too hard, and my fingertips are weary because for all i can control, i'm still attempting to stop time with my hands held out in front of me.

i try to avoid using photoshop on my images. unless necessary, no flash, no filters, no bullshit. it's my personal world through a photojournalism lens, and where that world may not be pure the memories can be.