Life Through the Lens
Vive Ut Vivas (live and you will live).
photos taken by : jaque toledo
Battery Point, Haines, AK
Just right outside of town, I went camping for one night and one night only!
…and a little more clarity came to this crazy mind of mine.
this question was asked by a dear friend of mine.
A : I don’t think I’ve quite figured that out yet. No one really has it figured out. Love can mean many things. I love traveling. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my shoes. I love my exes. I love the way the sun hits my face in the early mornings when its cold out. I love my favorite pair of jeans. I love a certain bicycle that I no longer own. Is this supposed to be my definition of just love or being in love? I love many things. Love is the way something gets your attention. Love is a certain smell that puts a smile on your face and makes the rest of your day a bit brighter. Love lights up all of my senses. Love is a thought that makes the left side of my mouth creep up into that crooked smirk that I can’t help. Love makes my hands sweaty and sends a heat rush through my body. Love makes me freeze and close my eyes. Love makes life worth it. What else are we here for?
Amazing short film.
“my biggest successes, I’ve found empty, unresolved.”
“I promised myself that I would be my very best…”
“I tried to return home, but discovered that I had none. When you’ve given everything, what do you have left?”
“I was wild, broken, untethered…I sought those who were broken in the same places as me…it went on like that for years”
It’s 7:50pm here in Alaska. Tonight my mind and thoughts weigh heavy not on just one thing, but many. Time, memories, and relationships to name a few. Time, where does it go? That seems to be the question I often ask myself more times than not. To me, it was only yesterday that I was lying in a…
a new friend of mine. I shared this bus with him that he speaks about. he writes. and he writes well. a good read, for sure.
I’m sitting in my Wilderness EMT class focusing on everything but that. My mind, it wanders. I’m wishing I could teleport in this very moment to where my mind has been. But all I can do is send a heart made out of a gum wrapper through the satellites.
One of my favorite, most favorite albums ever.
this came up on my shuffle today. still a favorite.
