Somewhere in NJ.
Somewhere in NJ.
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Somewhere in NJ.
between her own angels and demons.
Model: Chelsea, NJ
We're just living examples of the light and the dark, what's in your heart speaks through you -- even without words.
We're all just poetry in motion....
We're all much more simple and beautiful than we let others believe -- or even our very selves.
Dance in the emptiness and expose yourself, down to your very core.
You're just living poetry, carrying on in silent moments.
Somewhere between North Jersey and Philadelphia.
You told me that lately all
these days and nights have been so beautiful,
but you feel like you're a mental breakdown that's long overdue.
So, you're out here spending late nights chasing the lights,
trying to outrun the things in your head.
It made me think of all the things that I've been chasing and wondering the worth of it and how I always feel the same way, because when everything feels too good - there's always another punch to take and I guess we just get use to all of the waiting.
While we're in the moment, we'll keep chasing and chasing as we keep hoping the night doesn't catch back up to us. And, I guess we'll be okay if we don't keep waiting around.
Somewhere in New Jersey.
I miss the smell of the city,
like I miss the sound of your voice,
like I miss those long cold nights in,
like I miss the warm days of summer,
like I miss sunsets on the roof,
like how much you can miss something, but begin to feel okay again.
The sky broke out into a million different colors and I saw everything so clearly.
It was in everything.
It was you, it was me.
Clarity came in a moment without thought.
I haven't felt so connected as I have in a long time; I won't give it a name, but I'm seeing so much more while I've been looking a whole lot less.
With closed minds,
with closed hearts,
we are all at such a disconnect.
Disguise your demons
Pretend they're angels
But, they're not going anywhere.
There's no facing the light if you don't get through the darkness.
Model: Caitlin, @cbooda
Somewhere in NJ
Exploring the Pt. Pleasant boardwalk / NJ
Model: Melissa, @beauty_nightmare
Somewhere between living and dying,
where nothing makes much sense,
where emotions get the best of us.
We can begin to live again....
Only if we just... let go....
"The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.
Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.
The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.
Dare to breach the surface and sink."
I've always had this want to explore into the desert. I guess for now, I can find places that will keep me captivated with plant life as in these photos.
"God takes everyone he loves through a desert. It is his cure for our wandering hearts, restlessly searching for a new Eden...
The best gift of the desert is God's presence... The protective love of the Shepherd gives me courage to face the interior journey."
Paul E. Miller
Bernards township, NJ
I'll still dream anyway....
a hand to hold
Whether a tear
or a smile
gets to shine
When the days can't hold enough hours of light,
When the nights are long and there's not a star in sight,
I'll meet you where your soul meets mine.
When through the light and the dark,
two separate lives become one,
through connection there's always magic to be found.
Nothing feels real here, the fever begins to take it's hold over me...
I'm beginning to fall into this world, like a vivid dream,
I can't tell if this is real, or if I am... Or, if I'm really even here...
Everything is beautiful, surrounded by vibrant colors i swear I've never seen. Strange feelings rushing through me, I can feel my soul trying to break out of it's human skin; I can taste the colors as they begin to move around me, it's as if they're trying to show me new places never touched. I can feel myself floating along with the early spring breeze hypnotized by the song of nature.
Schooley's Mountain, NJ
"Plans" album by
Death Cab For Cutie
"I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me and
Bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel what it's like to be new.
'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're
far more suited than here."
Death Cab For Cutie
Recently, I've found myself out and about exploring more which has led me with my camera in hand to dig back into my roots creatively. There's so much freedom in not having to worry about anything, but to capture images with whatever is there in front of me. To find ways to work with whatever is given to me. It's all been a whole different experience that I've fallen away from. It's given me peace of mind and a way to enjoy time without much else but nature to enjoy.
As I started to go through all of the recent images that I've captured, I couldn't get the song, "See you in the shallows," by thrice out of my head. Especially the line, "The water here is far to blue." It didn't mean much, but it stirred something in me when I started to see that I didn't and then couldn't remember the last time I shot any sort of 'real' and 'true' landscape photo. All the stuff you see all over social media that others are doing that seem to stand alone, just a beautiful and bright scene that would make anyone want to jump into a plane or car and go see in real life. And the more I kept wondering if these photos were real, the more that line rang around my mind.
Then... Some bunch of days later, I found myself listening to Death Cab For Cutie's album "Plans" I was feeling every line... Every note... Feeling music in a way that I feel like I haven't much enjoyed in it recently. I started looking through these photos again. I started feeling the peace that I felt standing above and sitting next to the rushing waters, climbing the rocks and sitting in the snow without feeling the cold. And it hit me: it doesn't matter how I go about getting the images or if I'm following any sort of given rules. But, the simple fact of it, it's that I don't look for your normal scenes or try to capture these images how others would; but, I'm really searching for the small things around me that portray small extensions of my soul. If I feel like I'm capturing that, than that's all that really matters. They're beauty and darkness will stand on their own. The true nature of things that are often overlooked.
"I hear the waves crash far below;