Nonsense Ramblings Of A Fool 2018-09-29

If no man is without fault, let he cast the first doubt. Yet he with fault often, is the first to forgive and offer compassion, understanding and the chance of redemption. For man today has lost his way, to be lost forever if tomorrow shall ever come, it will be cast in darkness Each day …

You do not have the balls to read this. 2018-09-14

Love, Compassion, Trust and Respect are tools we are born with and taught to forget. When we relearn them and implement them in our lives. Only then will we destroy barriers, reunite the divided and bring acceptance to and for all. Society has fallen, and it is in peril of destroying everything. Now is the …

When you look at this picture what do you see?

When you look at this picture what do you see? No I am not asking you to evaluate my photographic abilities, or the general composition. What I am asking is what do you see when you look at the man in the photos? As I have provided ample background and insight behind this man through …

251-Collection Show 2018-07-17

The following is my current collection of works that I have available for print, I hope you enjoy viewing them and if you do, visit https://artprints.2ndshot.photos/ after all the best way to feed a man, is by letting him catch his own fish. Or if you feel like you want to do more I welcome …

Sunday, 2018-07-08 How about it #Dallas #Texas?

Sunday is well under way, I have decided to shower and get dressed. I did a load of laundry. Took a self-portrait and made a short blog post about it. Now I feel like it would be a great time to get out, and explore. Get to know people on the street, and capture life …

Ongoing, I cant think or write.

Was going to try an write tonight. But my mind is garbled. Spent the past hour trying all I know to relax and find focus. Lost, just lost. A moment we all face sometimes. It is disheartening, as it goes against my faith. Human emotions are not clear cut. We need to understand that. Compassion …

A rare view into my private space.

Limited. That alone speaks volumes. What if real estate photography was more creative and captured a more lived in look? I know this actually would not fly well at least not at first. But what if property photos, also became art? Different than the technical art we commonly see today.   If you enjoy our …

What never was, but a storm of mind.

Emptiness fills the voids, Pain is the only emotion, Loneliness is the reality. Void of compassion, Void of love, Void of understanding. Blind to the experience, Blind to the reality, Blind to the existence. As the waters pour in, As the winds blow, As the body dies. You do not know me, You do not …

Your Aggravating Me. A Bi-Polar Rant.

I WANT TO SHAKE AND SCREAM at most of you. I am Bi-Polar Type 1, have sever anxiety PTSD, Disassociation Disorder, ADD/ADHD and Dyslexia. As I strive to never judge, or assume. Reading posts and comments, I find myself shocked at the level of incompetence of Bi-Polar. For 30 years I have been doing deep …

The Disgust Begins With an End.

I am very open minded and support almost all life choices that promote safe and healthy love. That said, it is not governments business to be involved in the love of two adults. I feel time has allowed people to build walls that nature never intended. Dividing brother against brother. This issue is one between …

Sometimes I like to write

Never seen, never heard. Empty from the inside. A soul is lost in the breeze. A man that never was. Dreams covered by the gray skies. A life that was never realized. Passion that burned, compassion that yearned. From the heavens he came. To live a dream. Only to be consumed by the game. They …

Hands

“Hands” There are many pairs, singles, halves and mangled. Hands, that create, hands that heal, hands that play, hands that take. Hands that help, and hands that wave. Holding hands, says so very much. Weather your holding the one’s you love, a friend in need or your own. Hands strong enough to break, smash and …

Here is the final result of how I felt, and how I saw this man.

Sitting alone in the dark, a rainy Texas night in October. Reflecting upon the day spent wandering Dallas. Looking for something, yet finding nothing. Pointing my camera around in hopes to capture something extraordinary. Left feeling creative with out cause. The rain hiding my tears of pain. The pain of my life and that life …