A woman stands With a red balloon in her hand She looks tired And lonely Standing there by herself Her only company The little red balloon Some say she is looking for innocence she lost long ago Some claim she is waiting For her little girl To come home Some say she is watching For her husband to return And others say She is just a woman Waiting to grow old She had stood there Each day Since I can remember Always silent Always standing With her little red balloon She doesn’t approach anyone Or utter a word Just silently watching For something untold ...

SAT, ACT and anything of the sort = death. Sorry no time for posts, my future is in the balance.

Oh wolf eyed lover Look into my eyes And know I am not your enemy I am a part of you A dark soul To complete Your hollow entity Dance with me Oh wolf eyed lover Under the dying moon As the deserts burn And the ashes settle Sway with me Like the deserts Treasured flower Let the moon Bear silent witness As the earth stands still Oh wolf eyed lover Howl to the moon When I am gone Call me back When it has been Far too long You won these lands The barren deserts And forsaken lands Oh wolf eyed lover Don’t you see It is no longer A dog’s world But mans We are dying company Hunted and alone We can’t fight them Off forever Together we stand Oh wolf eyed lover The deserts dying flowers Float gently to the ground Where the ashes have settled And there is no longer sand Here we face the moon As our last stand Where once we danced Is now a deserted land Oh wolf eyed lover Can’t you see The world has moved on And left us behind There is no more room For happiness and love Only survival In these hard times Oh wolf eyed lover Don’t you understand This is the end The separation Of you and me Has finally become reality Our entity once whole Ripped to pieces To be no more Oh wolf eyed lover I will wait for you forever Turn on eye to the desert And one ear to the wind To listen for your cry Carried by the moonlight I will dance with the moon Wishing it was you Oh wolf eyed lover Save me a grave Under the cactus tree Where flowers fall And the moon watches As the dust finally settles Together we lay As it was meant to be Separated by life Brought together by death Oh wolf eyed lover

It is an odd thing traveling across the country because I always find myself looking for towns just like Santa Cruz. No matter where I go I always see Santa Cruz in every place I go. I love Santa Cruz because it always feels like home and I hope someday I find a place that makes me feel just as at home as my first love and home, Santa Cruz.

Bees are such fascinating creatures, and beautiful ones at that. I love trying to photograph them. Thanks for sitting still just long enough for me Mr. Bumblebee!

I think it is time for me to share with you a story very near and dear to my heart; the story about why I am afraid of spiders. Let me start off by saying that I wasn’t always afraid of spiders, I was never very keen on them but I didn’t freak out on site about them. I just thought they were disgusting. Living in a wooded area with a canyon in my backyard, naturally we have lots of spiders in our house. About every three months or so, a giant spider pops up in a very inconvenient time or place. Normally in my room and most recently in the bathroom. They just show up out of nowhere and they are ridiculously huge. Honestly, it just makes me want to yell at them “Where in God’s name have you been hiding all this time to grow that freakin big!” When I say big, I mean big. Most people don’t believe me, these guys are so big, you can’t really squish them because they would explode and create a black hole due to its collapsing mass. Seriously, they are too big to squish. ...

I had the honor along with 16 other Full International Baccalaureate students to talk about the IB learner profiles in the new IB orientation welcoming ceremony for incoming Full IB students. This was the first year that Scotts Valley High decided to have a nice ceremony put together by the wonderful Mr. Crawford, Ms. Brooke, and Ms. Reiner. Thank you for a wonderful night. I got to talk about how being reflective is an integral part of being an IB student because I was nominated by all of the teachers to portray that aspect of the learner profile. In a slightly cultish but fun manner we all went up one by one and lit a candle before we talked about the learner profiles. The other IB students handed the incoming IB students flowers in a welcoming gesture. ...

This really is a case of saving the best for last. In February I went to Yellowstone on a photography mission where I followed coyotes, river otters, bison, elk, bighorn sheep and wolves for a week in the snow. I saved my best shot as a present for one of my very best friends. So here is the grand unveiling of my best shot: the coyote headshot. I got this close up headshot of a coyote when we were driving along the road and happened upon a coyote trotting down the middle of the road. ...