In the beginning...

"Did I listen to pop music  because I was miserable...or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"  - Hi-Fidelity When I was 16 years old, my step-father gave me my first camera, a Minolta x370 35mm film camera with 2 lenses.  Later that same year, a dear friend gave me a cd player.  And starting around the same time frame, I would write.  I would write God awful, teen-angst laden poetry / prose.  I made my first mix tape in the summer of 1987;  I took pictures as much as I could;  I wrote anything that came into my head.

Then - it stopped.  No, that's a lie.  It slowed.  That's a lie, too.

I was inconsistent.  I either didn't want to focus (at 18, 22, and on and on and on) or I didn't want to look for inspiration. There were moments (both good and bad) in the writing and the music but the pictures really slowed.

So why fight it?  Why try?  "You get a job, get a girl, and you get going..."

I'm supposed to want that...right?  I did.

I did a wonderful job convincing myself THAT is what I wanted.  I could be like THEM.

I would still write "while making a living" and I could take pictures "later" but no-one would ever tell me what to listen to (or not to).

One out of three isn't bad.

Then, one day, I woke up. Tired of being tired.  Sick of what I became.

That was five years ago.

So.  Where do you start?  What makes you do it? What brings you to The beginning.

Through everything (and nothing)  I've waited, procrastinated, hiding behind insecurity, rejection, failure.

Afraid to to act, move with confidence, and then, GO!

So.  What do i do?

Start backwards?

 Rewind to the beginning?

Just jump in?

Do you want to read, see or hear it?

 Take a picture Turn the page Push play.

There will be a playlist (or more) Pictures and definitely words.

The posts may be daily, weekly, whenever I can.

I have no idea what this will become. 

I like it that way.

These are my pictures and my words

It's finally time.

"you haven't gotten rid of me, yet."