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this used to be a cage for a lion.. i was kind of surprised at how barbaric it was. the skewed, broken metal bars encasing it from the top and just a stone staircase with a viewing cage at the bottom, it was like three foot wide and four or five feet tall. scary stuff

i can't believe it's taken almost six months for me to be able to get back to editing LA photos (thank you la salle...) but here's a photo from the abandoned zoo that i never got the chance to look at til now. working with Kristi was always a blessing because she is the best model ever, but her adorable and funny personality (see christmas party photos if you need any explaining..) made it like 200x better. another person that i miss ahaha

(view on black please! press dat L).
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Clipped wings and broken arms would never foreshadow the darkness that fell yesterday. Yesterday, you were effervescent and the sun traced your every outline, we were alive and you were standing next to me—yesterday, you were standing next to me. But in the morning, I was gone, and now the dust is all that I know.

Our brazen hands were locked together until the war came, fusillades of firebombs raining down right in front of our eyes. I come to terms with a world encapsulated by lies, and synthesize the damage in my mind. The bullet pierces through my chest and all at once, here I fly through the night, I am gone. I have fallen away. Badges mean nothing now, and honor has melted away; all that stands between me and eternity is the abyss. Like a dark angel flying through the night, I am dead. And as much as I tell myself that the Dead live in the present, it is not true, the Dead are forgotten in time, the Dead are lost in the labyrinth.

I know you have not left this labyrinth yet, but if you are strong, the memory of my love will keep your heart still beating amid the flames. The night is cold and their eyes are fixed on you; even though I am in this dark void, you have to struggle to keep the light alive, for like a dark angel in the night, I still will try to be with you when they all turn against you. You are the pharos, the lighthouse, and I am the dark hero, the one who is with you when the moonlight reigns on the tenebrous kingdom, when the bulbs burst and the flames threaten to go far away.

Look to me when the night is full of terrors, for I am here to carry you, and even though some day the Dead will be forgotten, I will spring to life, and I will fly to you, and the ravens will carry you through the fight.

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It's been so long and I'm sorry for that, to myself and you all. Everything has been changing at a pace that I have yet to come to understand or fathom or be able to grasp.

High school is waning away and as much as I want to say I'll miss it (which I will, for I have been blessed with amazing friends), there is a bigger part of me that is so excited to go to college and live a bigger life and be on my own and be able to choose the life I live and have to be responsible for my own mistakes.

Next year I will either be going to Drexel, Emerson, or Boston University, I have yet to decide, I will be traveling a little bit in the next month to figure it all out!! So if anyone lives in Boston hit me up.

Also more good news, I was asked to take the book cover of David Levithan's (co-author of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and Will Grayson, Will Grayson and author of Boy Meets Boy and Every Day) next book! Check out more info (and see the cover!) here.

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Still selling prints on my Facebook Page!

Also check out my new journal! It's on my tumblr but if you click the link above you can look at the tag and see everything. I'm trying to focus on writing this year a lot more and synthesize my writing with my photography. It's been really creating some good inspiration for me in my head so I think I'm sticking with it. Let me know if you have anything you want me to write about!

Gazing into the flames to see the ashes, there is a pair of illuminated eyes. This pair partners my crimson, ashen face, all distraught and bloody and broken. I tell myself I'm okay, at least for now. But then falling around me are plumes of smoke and ashes and a sting encapsulating my lungs. It is a fire in my veins like I've never felt before. Pleading with the darkness, I feel myself slipping into the light of the fire and no longer I am afraid of disappearing, rather now I fear I shall be consumed.

I pace a burning wood and prevent myself from falling away, reminding myself that the dead are dead and that I will not rise again if I succumb to the conflagration. Fusillades from blazing branches drop, my heart and my head are pounding but my walk is strong. I walk boldly into the fire, with the knowledge that a burn is just a burn, and that all things heal, and that time will pass and I shall appear just the same in no time at all.

But as I feel the life sprinting from my limbs it dawns on me that even when these old wounds heal over and you no longer can tell, I still am encumbered by the memory of their power. My clothes are still burnt, my feet are still calloused, my heart is still leaping, for once I walk through the flames I am forever branded on the inside, forever marked with the hatred that lies in these scars.

I gave it all to you, my love, my patience, my hate, my anger, my desire, my blood, my sweat, my counsel, my courage. It was loving you that cast me into these peregrine woods--yet still to you I march, with the passion of a million sunrises burning. For you I will bear the inferno, for you I embark on the great journey, for my life is fleeting and yet you are the sky, ever stalwart and constant and truer than anything I have ever known. I stand resilient; I am broken, torn and charred.

Still I walk to you as a man incandescently branded underneath his skin, and I am searing yet soaring to feel your love.

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Still selling prints on my Facebook Page!

Also check out my new journal! It's on my tumblr but if you click the link above you can look at the tag and see everything. I'm trying to focus on writing this year a lot more and synthesize my writing with my photography. It's been really creating some good inspiration for me in my head so I think I'm sticking with it. Let me know if you have anything you want me to write about!

I step into the darkness with California sun-stained eyes, and I'm overwhelmed in the most transient way... I step into the darkness and hear the sonorous dripping of the water echo as we walk in.

I stand in the LA underground and see spider webs, and my tilted reflection staring back at me in semi-evaporated puddles. I don't even dare to dodge them because even the little rush of water around my toes is cleansing enough for this to feel like catharsis. As the back wash of water stagnantly stares at me, I notice I lose sight. Brendon and Kyle run ahead, I hear their voices bouncing down the walls of the aqueduct. I take in a deep breath again, like I had so many times out there. Even though the water is washing away the dirt of the canyons, the mud of the mountains, the snow from Mt. Baldy, when I breathe like this, I still feel it all inside of me. But this time, the water leaves it's own mark.

I take my shoes off and leave them in the dry spots, and splash and splash and splash, jumping up and down so I can really feel the blood of the LA underground between my toes. The city baptizes me one last time, and washes away the past. It's a new year with new friends and new experiences, new challenges, new places to go, new hearts to mend and bridges to cross. I can't help but feel like these little tiny puddles come from hurricanes, and tsunamis, and that the water is really up to my knees, because that's how strong this is to me.

It's my last day and I'm leaving. It's my last day and it's all being washed away. But now I am cleansed to be brighter, to be stronger. I take one more deep breath and I walk out one last time, the bright light of California's winter sun beaming into my irises.

I remain barefoot for hours after, just to remind me of the sullen earth beneath my feet.

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from our last day in LA in the aqueducts. for some reason they struck such a chord with me, in that dank underground. It filled me with adventure and I didn't even care that there were spider webs or dirty puddles or if it smelled a little weird or that the contrast between the dark and the super bright entrance hurt my eyes. It just felt like home, for some reason.

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Still selling prints on my Facebook Page!

Also check out my new journal! It's on my tumblr but if you click the link above you can look at the tag and see everything. I'm trying to focus on writing this year a lot more and synthesize my writing with my photography. It's been really creating some good inspiration for me in my head so I think I'm sticking with it. Let me know if you have anything you want me to write about!

Running through the hills in LA for the last time is so surreal. Wind in my hair, not even a jacket on and we're driving down the LA freeway. I keep reminding myself how I got there. Kept telling myself that I was here, that I know I'm free. I know I'm free. I feel my heart beating in my chest and Lana Del Ray is playing and even though that's so stereotypical for us I honestly cannot express in words how much that meant to me.

I've lost myself in the majesty of the world through the help of 45 people. Walking through these rolling hills, my feet are stained with the vigor of the LA aqueducts, the spiders crawling around threatening to take my blood--I almost urge them to bite in, it'd be the closest thing to my presence still in the city, in the dark underground.

It's just two weeks later, and I miss these hills. I miss the way the LA sun dared to overturn the cold December of Philadelphia, the way it tried to pull me in and keep me there and never let me go. I walked these hills and I could see so much life, so much city, and the towering mountains in the distance--it felt like home. The rise and fall of each hill mirrored the beating of my heart, the crescendo inside my chest screaming to stay. As I turned down the hill and walked away for the last time, I couldn't help but feel a part of me go away, with my last photoshoot in LA, there those days were, and then all at once, they were gone.

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Model is the ever so lovely and kind and hilarious Taylor McCormick, I freaking miss her so much.
I haven't really talked about LA yet because I'm not sure if there are words to describe it, and someday soon I will find them but I don't think it's sunk in yet.

So my portfolio was super girl-heavy in the beginning of 2012 and I needed to balance it out with guys but now my portfolio is finally balanced hahaha, so now I have more pictures of girls to upload woooo