the lake

and when i looked out towards the lake,
it was like nothing else mattered for that one moment.
i finally forgot about everything that made me anxious,
the first breath of fresh air i had in so long,
and i found it here,
in this place,
no one else was here,
it was my moment alone.
but that was just it
i was alone
like i’d always been



Sal Paradise

because the only people for me are the mad ones,

the ones who are mad to live,

mad to talk,

mad to be saved,

desirous of everything at the same time,

the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,

but burn,

burn like fabulous yellow roman candles

exploding like spiders across the stars

and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop

and everybody goes “Awww!”


Jack Kerouac, On The Road

~here goes nothing~

I’m not sure just yet exactly what all of my content will be.

But I like to read.

I like photography.

I also want to adventure more this year.

And I want to share that with others.

So stay tuned.


“so we’ll just let things take their course and never be sorry”

                                                    ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald