A Lifted Life

longlivethepublic: alexandersattler: jakeholla: inspirational...

Sun, 27 May 2012 08:33:14 -0400

alexandersattler:

jakeholla:

inspirational friends are who i like to surround myself with. these are only a handful of the numerous people i’m blessed to know and spend time (and wreak havoc) with these days.

I need to be around these people more often. Seriously, miss these dudes. I get to have the opportunity to work with two of them next year and i am more than excited for it!

I’m going to be Mr. Me Too here and agree with everything said above. Fall season is going to be great.

Untitled (Poesia)

Tue, 08 May 2012 00:13:00 -0400

Who I had always been was of no consequence, because I could no longer be what I once was.

It was a subtle presence that provoked this sudden, dare I say instant, transformation of being.

A delightful tour de force and a welcomed change of pace, providing a respite for my weary soul.

A quietly momentous day in the middle of the coldest winter is when I was confronted with one of the loveliest decisions I ever had to make.

“Hello.”

iPhone Portrait series. #vscocam #Portait #iphoneonly (Taken...

Sun, 06 May 2012 23:28:12 -0400

iPhone Portrait series. #vscocam #Portait #iphoneonly (Taken with instagram)

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 23:05:38 -0400

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time. - T.S. Eliot

Photo

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 12:58:14 -0400

For those times when nowhere feels like home…

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 23:07:00 -0400

For those times when nowhere feels like home…

Drummers creating culture. I love when people are bold enough to...

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 20:40:55 -0400

Drummers creating culture. I love when people are bold enough to challenge convention, diligent enough to discover new realities, and disciplined enough to create new things. This goes out to all of my drummer friends.

Saudade e Sagrado

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 21:27:40 -0400

The first time I looked into your eyes, I felt unworthy to gaze upon such innocence.

I’d never witnessed a beauty that demanded so much more than I had to offer.

It would be a disservice to gaze upon such a marvel with mere mortal eyes, so jaded by the perils of humanity.

Oh, what I would give to earn the right to have my eyes join forces with yours and have the morning light dance in unison in the eternal prison of our irises, forming a flawless symphony of war, strong enough to defeat even the greatest cares of this world.

Instead, I’d rather you not notice me.

The complete amalgamation of my greatest qualities stunningly pale in comparison to even a sliver of the corner of your smile.

You are unattainable. I am unworthy.

I long for you with the pain of a widower who had the profound privilege of experiencing the love of his life for days before losing her to a tragic end.

Paradoxically enough, I’m not sure that I recognize you, though you seem to know me quite well.

I seem to have temporarily misplaced my affections.

I miss something we’ve never had.

Nevertheless, I’m still enamored by your ways.

Eternity is possessed in your lungs. With every gasp, you breathe life into unsuspecting souls.

Ashes are your canvas, and your very words disrupt the homeostasis of nature’s order, inspiring new realities.

I’ve literally never experienced a being as graceful as you.

I feel like a homeless orphan wishfully glaring into the window of Toys-R-Us on Christmas Eve whenever you glide past.

Even if I could muster up the audacity to peer in your direction, how could I earn an audience with such a celestial figure?

Imagine my elation when I learned that you knew me. I mean, really knew me.

That you knew my name. That you…desired me and have even sent for me.

My defenses were rendered useless. My fragile heart didn’t stand a chance.

Your affections have betrayed my security, usurped my masterfully crafted walls, and renewed my soul.

You’ve won me.

God I love you.

God, I love You.

The Town. (Taken with instagram)

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 12:06:10 -0400

The Town. (Taken with instagram)

Lynchburg Architecture (Taken with instagram)

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 21:57:07 -0400

Lynchburg Architecture (Taken with instagram)

themangopack: Coming soon! Stay posted. -cm Photo collabo...

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 21:52:03 -0400

themangopack:

Coming soon! Stay posted. -cm

Photo collabo with my boy Colin.

Wrinkled Skies (Taken with instagram)

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 11:08:55 -0500

Wrinkled Skies (Taken with instagram)

My Selfish Prayer

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:38:58 -0500

On Sunday, I prayed a selfish prayer. I stopped in mid-prayer for someone else, and I said, “God, I know that You hold my world in Your hands. But, I want you to drop all of that for a second. I just want you to hold my hand. Not my world. Just my hand. I just want You.”That was the first time that I can remember feeling like a “child” of God, and like He was my “Father.”

He sent His Son to die for everyone. And me too. His affections are for me. I am His and He is mine.

Illuminati? (Taken with instagram)

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 16:14:00 -0500

Illuminati? (Taken with instagram)

Accessories.

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 15:44:55 -0500

Accessories.

Saturday mornings. (Taken with instagram)

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 10:53:18 -0500

Saturday mornings. (Taken with instagram)

Breakfast of champs.

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 10:26:28 -0500

Breakfast of champs.

Pretty funny shot from my first roll of film on an SLR.

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 19:28:00 -0500

Pretty funny shot from my first roll of film on an SLR.

Saudade is a unique Galician-Portuguese word that has no...

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 00:24:00 -0500

Saudade is a unique Galician-Portuguese word that has no immediate translation in English. Saudade describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return. It’s related to the feelings of longing, yearning.

Saudade has been described as a “…vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist … a turning towards the past or towards the future.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

Weapons of choice. (Taken with instagram)

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 15:11:30 -0500

Weapons of choice. (Taken with instagram)