Movin’ on up.

I finally up and moved my ass 30 miles south to Detroit a few weeks ago and totally forgot to write about it. There’s not much to say other than it’s amazing. My studio has an entire wall…
Read More »My very first photoshoot… with a human.

Sometimes things happen in a really weird way. One day you’re bummed because you’ve got a major case of blogger’s block and have no desire to open up WordPress or whip out your camera, and the next day…
Read More »Get shit done. Like, all the way done.

Maxie shared this print in Reader earlier and I might have to buy it for myself for Christmas because one goal I have to make is to finish what I start. I’d start it now but I don’t…
Read More »Twenty five.

Today I am 25 years old and I find it awesome that I am only halfway through my 20s. I use the word awesome too much. If you see me use the word killer, it’s because I wanted…
Read More »Birthday Wants.

I have probably cried on more than half of my birthdays because when that dreaded day rolls around, it’s like everyone thinks they’re doing me a favor by deliberately embarrassing me and making a scene. All I’ve ever…
Read More »1/365: Hide Yo Birds

It’s been what, 10-12 days since I last blogged? That’s weird for me since it’s not like I have some pressing book deadline to get to an editor or anything, which means I’ve been punching myself in the…
Read More »Taking control, embracing change and feeling good even though I’m so overwhelmed I can’t stop grinding my teeth

So you wanna hear some shit? I’ve been wanting to sit down here and actually write but I was like “man, I’m busy and can’t put my blog before really important things.” Then I was like “yea, except I could…
Read More »Don’t cry over raw images.

So over the past few days I took some senior photos of my sister even though I don’t know anything about taking pictures of people. I figure if I’m ever going to take pictures of humans, it would…
Read More »The Marigold That Grew From Greyscale

My freshman year of college I took an English composition class based on the life and works of Tupac Shakur. We focused most lessons on the poems written in his earlier years. I don’t even like poetry, but…
Read More »Would you rather open biscuits or a bottle of champagne?

So last Saturday Mae and I were hanging out at Sarah’s house, relaxing and hooping before going out for the evening. We made some pasta for a snack and decided to open up a bottle of champagne, except none of us…
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