A night at the carnival. I loved seeing the sheer innocent joy on the face of these children.
The night shot.
Cinco de Mayo! Happy Birthday Kate!
A Tuesday night of soreness. Good to be climbing though....
This photo was taken while I was on a stroll in the neighborhood. If these boards could talk.
I am amazed as to how many memories have been lost somewhere in time over the past 27 years of my life. It saddens me at times, yet they are all still a part of me and helped shape me into the person I currently am.
To me life is like writing a song. I can choose Major or minor, decide when/if I want to change keys, insert motifs and sequences, etc...But yet so much of it is about timing. You can't force chords and melodies into a place they don't belong. There needs to be a flow, not rushed.
We may not know what the final piece will sound like, but we are the ones writing it... I wonder what all of our songs sound like thus far?