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No photoshop.

 

(Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai avec le vert en ce moment? Ah oui, je sais.)

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A moment for self reflection: The words "you're beautiful" are dissected for hidden meaning. They hang heavy in the air when you are desperate to hear them or fall short of your expectations when they are uttered.

 

I'm not going to get into a diatribe about how beauty standards are ridiculous, how consumerism is bad, how body image has been perverted etc, etc. I'm just going to admit that it's hard to take those two words (if you consider the contraction) seriously. It's even harder when you're told more explicitly "to me you're beautiful". At least that's how I've felt...

 

But I think I just got it. I love these creatures to bits. I have a very characteristic reaction to them and small things in general I'm told (read: babies, little woodland creatures, bugs, miniature versions of bigger flowers--you know what I'm talking about tiny daffodils). I love them so much and think they are so incredibly beautiful that I can't understand why other people don't. And yet, one of my closest friends is mortally afraid of them. She thinks they are disgusting and terrifying.

 

Huh, I think I just got what those words mean. Well I'll be...

 

I took this shot of my reflection today in Chicago.

Probably my favorite self reflection shot.

all i really needed was to see things in a different light.

 

{new year's} resolutions covered:

 

respect myself

love more

be more organized

procrastinate less

I saw this great reflection on the chrome work of a classic truck. Took two images and realised that I was part of the reflection. So being the smart guy I am..... Stepped to the side and took this great shot.

 

Perfect!

 

Till I got home and saw the image on the screen. Twelve bloody reflections of myself, and a shadow for all to see.

Taken at the Cars "R" Stars Auto Show, Packard Proving Grounds, Shelby Township, Mi.

Nocturnal Encounters is a short photo essay exploring interpersonal sexual relationships as experienced through dreams. While the series is displayed sequence the traditional concept of beginning, middle and end are up for interpretation.

gazing at my reflection/projection, an echo of narcissus?

Haven’t talked about anything new in a crazy way in kinda a while like nothing out of the blue blow me ot the water type beat like haven’t talked abt nothing mind boggling and fresh in a minute hm but the grass ain’t always green I guess plus if everything is a trade off I’d say other stuff is pretty darn good rn so I gues boring conversation and the asshole public is just the way it be . In Thailand talking to a plethora of backpackers they all like “where u from. Why r u in Thailand? For how long u staying? When did u get here? How long u been in this city? Then what? Why? Have h been here before? Other Asian countries before?” I mean tbh who wanna talk abt that cuz obv already everyone says the same thing . Gives me more respect for Micah the hitchhiker I chilled with for a week in highschool) He was no traveller, he was In Search For America. (New York to Frisco and back) Ya frick ppl who do stuff and talk abt it in a way like why i like when ppl nerd out and talk abt the specifics and their thoughts on it and stuff. The base is already implied so we don’t need to talk abt it. Anyways Thailand is the best place ever it’s perfect and sparkly and perfect everything it’s kinda the peak of humanity . The ideal way to life. Just since time does go forward tho they need to recycle Fr, theres so much trash on every beach and nook and cranny and so much plastic bags used for everything all the time like yo chill dawg . Mmmm Thai food mmmmm bugs mmmm the beach and monkeys and fruit and a big ol meal for 2$ drink included mmm yum ah wow la la la nuns are strange I’m glad I don’t live that playthrough of life Fr . Girls r fucked up people and now I’m scared even more than I already was. Like a true horror within fr. Like in the same spot as acid ptsd genuine fear. Like not active on the surface but u know it’s within and it’s active in ur subconscious more than you’d wish. Weird. What ever happened to morals and self discipline to stick to those morals and self reflection and stuff like damn and respect for others and yourself like damn. I love Thailand it’s so awesome even if travelers are boring af it’s okay . I also saw someone like Caleb T Maxwell I kinda regret not talking to him but after 5 soul sucking convos it ain’t easy to approach someone else . I’ll just imagine he said something new and what’s the word authentic yeah heh. imagine . 8:00 am rn on the dot wow. Three hours spent doing what?????????? Nothing !!! That’s chill. I like doing nothing sometimes . I don’t miss instagram or Flickr or my data or watching Snapchat stories . I’m fact it made me learn myself the cliche thing ppl used to always say like “don’t compare yourself to othera and that’s what social media does and it’s bad” and I was like nah it’s chill but like nah it ain’t chill no more so I’m glad I noticed that like tbh I don’t wanna know what new ski tricks and weird aesthetic y2k ski clips in fleece hats are being recorded rn . Can’t wait to have 5 friends and my truck and go to work and just chill. Kerouac : “cliches are truisms and truism are true.” Very true. Like. Ya. Like all of em. My Thai name is Gla Pao, meaning Basil Leaf. “You stir fry it with sweet chili’s and it tastes good” . So that’s pretty sick. Thai is such a good language , all the noises are so natural . Too bad I left my camera at the airport cuz I wanna post my sick videos of caterpillar smashing on here

I took two people I had never really hung out with before and went on a trip with them. It's a great way to get to know people. My picture is on the left, Dan Prior's is in the middle, and Jayna Holehouse's is on the right.

LOL - fakey suprised look, i skipped racquetball tonight, so i don't look like crap ;)

I got rid of most of my hair, and there is a patch of shorter hair, so I'm gonna have to wear this ol' toque for a while.

Self. Reflection in a mirror from the 1920s.

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