The Big House

Paintball!!

Sucide Season

This is inspired entirely by the music I'm listening to. Isn't it funny how music can establish a certain mood within a person? Whether happy or sad, the type of music that is playing in the background can sway a person to think completely different. Not all songs will do this of course, but there is always that ONE song the ipod will stumble upon that will make a person stop dead in their tracks and listen. Listen is the key word. The world today is filled with all sorts of distractions and noises; merging together to form a faint buzz in the back of ones mind. Then THAT song comes on and it's the only thing that's heard. It's important to live for that moment; to capture it; let it engulf your body, mind, and soul. Be a part of it. Live within it. These are the times that the mind needs to clear itself, to forget about everything else, because at that exact moment you are free.

If only we could be free all the time. If only that song would play on repeat for the rest of eternity. If only that warm and secure blanket could be stitched to the body, never to be pulled away, but sadly it never lasts. Knuckles turn white and fingernails strain as your hands clutch onto the blanket; squeezing ever so tightly to the blanket just as a child grasps onto a teddy bear. But time is relentless and pulls your security away ever so slightly. Before you know it, it's gone. Go ahead and stare at a broken clock, fool yourself into believing that time is standing still. Rage against it! FIGHT BACK! Let the animal out within! Destroy the hourglass, make the sun stand still.... It's too late. The song is over, the clock ticks on, free no more. Back to reality. Back to life. Back to the pain and hurt of the cold world. Smoke another cigarette and go back to sleep. Play the song one more time and let it soothe you further and further down into an ever sinking abyss. Pray that the claws don't snatch you back up to this hell we call life. Pray that you continue floating down to the bottom of the abyss, landing every so gently on a mind-numbing cloud of ectasy.

Release yourself.

Decide which path to be taken. The path paved with gold or the path paved with needles? Decide soon my friend because those claws are coming, and you'll need a way back home. Two choices. That's it. Gold or needles? That's all life's ever been gracious enough for giving us. Noise. Distraction. The mind begins to haze, life seems foggy. Fear begins to set in. Thick smoke blocks the way. Which way to turn? Which way to run? Break another clock, listen to THAT song, wave your arms in a frenzy to try and clear the smoke. But it doesn't work. Nothing works. No matter how hard you try that smoke will not clear, and time isn't very patient. The only aid is music. Like a drug, it's addicting. It tricks the mind into thinking everything will be alright. It's the only security in the universe. But it won't last long, a decision must be made. A path must be chosen. There's no going back. Hold your breath and take a step.

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way...




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Voyeur Series

For this series i sat atop of parking garages and snapped pictures of people performing their daily ritual activities. Some may say I am a complete stalker, and maybe this is true, but i find these pictures to be amazingly interesting. I especially love the pictures with no person in them. It is hard to say where they might be inside their dwelling, or what they could be doing. The objects inside of the homes can only lead us to speculate as to what they could be doing.

City Scapes