ASPIRING PHYSIQUE COMPETITOR
I grew up in the front range of Colorado. Among my childhood memoirs were outdooring with friends and early morning fishing trips with dad. Adolescence’s mean-streak knocked my plans off kilter. At the time, I passionately drew, painted, and sculpted with plans to study cartooning at Disney.
Late in high school I was bitten by the photo bug when needs arose for our yearbook team. My crazy ol’ ex-biker art teacher let me convert a storage closet into a portrait studio where he taught a few underclassmen drop-outs a crash course in basic lighting. News spread about the class’s studio and the school district awarded our efforts with one of the first digital cameras in the city. At it’s core, a cutting-art, state-of-the-edge 1 megapixel sensor lay tucked inside. It was such an exquisite gift for a pimple-faced teen. After the first few clicks, I lost myself in the art of it.
Turns out I wasn’t half bad at taking photos. Actually, one of the photos from my first-filled card ever won a national award, but I never bought the book it was printed in.
So I went headstrong into architecture like a boss. #dafuq
Still to this day I think the art of taking photographs is thrilling. I totally enjoy it.
I care too much
I cry, a lot
I live passionately
I know that every moment is worth living (even though I don’t always feel it)
I find it hard to translate my feelings into words, sometimes
I stutter, but work hard to hide it
I’m smart, but choose not to identify with it