The Edge

He said,
"Come to the edge."
I said,
"I can't. I'm afraid."
He said,
"Come to the edge."
I said,
"I can't, I'll fall off."
He said, finally,
"Come to the edge."

And I came to the edge. And he pushed me. And I flew.

-Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)


I really love this quote. I have a great print of it on my bulletin board in my office. I'm finding my eyes lingering on it more often lately. Everything inside me is saying "Come to the edge." I've been afraid and stuck for so long, I feel I might sooner die of fear than of falling.

I've decided to go back to school next semester. I'm nervous. I'm excited. I'm ready to move into something new. Actually, I should say that I'm ready to get back into what I love and what makes me come alive. Learning, art, design, having clear goals. I'm ready to get back into that culture. I've been trapped in the static for the past few years, and I'm finally getting some clarity.

Anyway, I'm really in the mood to ride a ferris wheel. Or watch Jaws. Hmmm.

photography is light

It's light painting the seemingly ordinary and creating a feast for the eyes. It's the closest we can get to really seeing things the way that someone else sees them. Photography freezes time. It conjures nostalgia and emotion. It comforts us. It reassures us.

It tells the truth.

I strive to be a photographer who tells the truth. I want the photography that I create to look like you. I don't want fake smiles or awkward poses. Something tells me that you don't want those things either.

inner battles

fickle
adjective
changing frequently, especially as regarding to one's loyalties, interests, or affection

resolute
adjective
admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering