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A little boy runs Through a crowded market place His arms held out As he weaves between all the people A little toy airplane Held tight in his outstretched hand He runs along With a smile plastered on his face Making airplane noises All around him is the sound Of a society Perpetually on the move Haggling, arguing Agreeing, thanking All the mouths moving As they converse amongst each other The boy hears a loud noise He slows as he runs It alone stands out One noise in a world of clatter It rings in his ears Finally he stops As the pounding noise Is right in front of him Looking at the market stall Placed before him A butcher stands A meat cleaver in one hand Humming happily As he chops into the meat Of an animals dead corpse The crack of bones As the metal crushes The animal’s dead body Crack crack crack It echoes in the boys ears As the butcher wedges the knife Out of the cutting board Out of the pile of pulverized meat The butcher wipes the blood On his white apron Laughing as he notices the boy Standing there motionless His arms dangling limp At his sides The butcher brings the cleaver down Again and again The boy flinches each time Following each little movement With eyes wide Hands gripping tightly onto The little toy airplane The butcher spits to the side And looks down his nose At the small innocent boy He snorts again You wanna try kid? It’s fun He holds out the cleaver Stained in blood The little boy drops the toy And steps forward Out of his old world And into a new one As he grabs onto the knife To big for his tiny hands The forgotten toy sits on the ground It is crushed beneath the crowd As it moves forward Always moving The boy doesn’t notice The crack of bones resounds Echoing into a crowd that doesn’t listen And doesn’t care Except for the little crushed airplane toy That lays broken and forgotten As a boy walks away from innocence Into a world of blood As the cleaver falls

I love visiting missions, there is always something magical about them. The feeling of history. Knowing that this place held so much meaning to so many people. There is always a hint of sadness, an emptiness that surrounds them. I have posted some photos of other missions like Mission San Miguel and Mission Hallways. This mission in San Juan Bautista is one of my favorites. Not just because it has a red door, but because I went there as a kid. It was the first mission I ever went to and I still loving going there.

You were so cute, I saw you on the beach playing with your dog. I wonder why you were wearing a bee suit. It doesn’t really matter though you looked amazingly cute in it. You are actually the main reason I came down to the beach. I saw you from up above and knew I had to see you up close. Thank you for being so cute, never loose it 😉

All the things we see around us everyday we start to take for granted after a while. One way I combat this is trying to look at things in a different way. Here is a simple recipe to remind you of the greatness of everyday things (or things you simply become very acquainted with): Look at it from a different angle. Whether it is standing only centimeters away from it so you can see the dust standing on the tip of a needle, or in this cause a cactus, or looking at it upside down. The world can be viewed through a million different angles. Pick one and use it to change your perspective. ...

Here is a little known fact about me, I am actually very afraid of roosters. Not chickens.. just roosters. They are beautiful creatures but very nasty. I really enjoy looking at them but I know not to get to close to them because they are very territorial and won’t hesitate in showing you how they feel. There is just something very threatening about the way a rooster looks at you. Especially ones like I was taking pictures of in San Juan Batista. They were everywhere, it felt kind of like a cult of chickens, it was slightly frightening. They were all over the place, even on the mission. All watching me, getting ready to attack. ...

Reach out and grasp onto the sun. The things that seem so out of reach are actually at your fingertips. But what are you reaching for? What is it that when you look at the sky that you are looking for? Some of you may know, some may not. That goal is attainable though, it may seem so very hard at times but remember you will never know just how close you are until you try.

I love the lighting of this photo of a palm tree while I was in Hawaii. Sometimes doing things the wrong way turns out really well.