The Local.

 I'll have a scotch on the rocks please.

 the room. i love this bar because of this room. and because of you.

 i love this picture because of how blindly happy I am.

 Go Pro... ?

 Will you pass the butter please??

 Me and Meeeegan

 Maggie and Joe. One of several great shots at this moment, but I had to choose one.

 I wish I knew what was being said here.. but Kalin I love your enthusiasm.

 the coffee

 Megan insisted on arm wrestling everyone. I think I am the only person she beat.

 Joe, I want to see your photos!

 Kalin pretending to be Richard.

 table talk all night long...

 hi richard :)

 Pete and Lee :)

 ordering another. of course.

 Mil you are my hero.

night :)

half framed mind state

 these photos are from one of the first days I was in Minneapolis this December. this is the first roll on my Diana mini half frame. taken in downtown Minneapolis while consuming a noteable amount of scotch and smiling from ear to ear.

 this will be going on my wall in bedroom for many reasons, following are just a few: 1. because the face maggie is making is such a "maggie face" that my mother even said it. 2. because kalin is hilarious and really looks like shes reading. and 3. because these are two of my most favorite people in the entire world.

 At Barrio watching the Holidazzle parade

 Brandy, it was such a pleasure to meet you.

 many frames were double, triple exposed which I think captures that evening rather well. Looks the same as I remember

 and I'm having staring at the prints trying to make out the several instances caught on one.

 for no other reason than how ridiculous I look I had to include this.

 haha maggs. the coffee!.

 for both above and below; i love that these two shots made it on the same frame.

 one of my fave frames

 Here with lovely Brandy begins the second roll of film, all shot at our holiday party in the middle of a blizzard.

 Kalins Christmas card shot

 Ricky and Mil :)

 Beautiful Becca, Megan, and Maggie

 dance boys dance

 Megan, I love this picture of us. I think it's one for the ages :)

 this one is even better and it shares a frame with a great dance move snap shot

 that's what I look like when I'm having a really really good time

 Reed and Laura :)

 sisters :)... and brothers..?

 Jordan your photos are amazing. thanks you

 Just all around priceless.

 Thank you Maggie and Laura for throwing such a lovely fiesta.

 We all had the most lovely time..

 see, look at these happy boys

 i love whatever is going on in this photo

right.

"Seeing you hit that door was like watching you at my funeral..." -grieves

how many times...

"Sometimes you have to leave some of your love and longing behind, you cannot carry it with you if you want to survive," said a pretty girl to me at the Minneapolis airport as I starred off into the distance and bit my lip. People always read my face, and for the good the bad or the ugly, I am somehow surprised when they do. Wandering through the Minneapolis airport I imagine I must look like one of the strangest lost souls. I cannot tell you how many times I have had this very experience. It feels like we're always saying goodbye. One would think that I would find a more proper way to prepare myself for this feeling. I would think that after so many moments like this I would have become in some way desensitized to this feeling. But time and time again it hugs and hangs on my rib cage when I leave. It will pass, it always does and to be honest I think this is the most calm and clear I have ever left that city. While I watch the snow and the city lights fade out through the small plane window I feel something close to hollow, and my brain replays moments and conversations that no one could have ever told me would take place. I hold my time at home in the highest of esteem and I will file this visit under the 'legendary' section in my life. So I wonder now how many times one person can say goodbye to things and people they love so much. At what point does it stop hurting and healing. How many more times will we be exactly where we are right now. ?

being served at tonight party

philter
[FIL-ter]

-noun
Definition: A magic potion for any purpose.

-noun
Definition: A potion, charm, or drug supposed to cause the person taking it to fall in love, usually with some specific person.

Quotes:
1. Tell me now, fairy as you are - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man ? " — Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bront

2. Mariamne had told him it was a love philter and promised a large reward if he would get me to drink it without my knowledge. — The Four Wise Men , Michel Tournier, Ralph Manheim

Here to There

I've spent some time in-between lately. I've spent some time making pieces of my life. For someone that normally puts them together, this process has been exhausting and endless. I find myself waking up in a new house and with that, inevitably a new phase in life. I saw a pretty girl say that "if you don't make change, change will make you." Cheers to that. I've left my life in boxes and packed up my hat box and backpack. I write this from gate 13 at John Wayne airport en route to the icy tundra that I have for so long fondly called home. Minneapolis waits for me like some strange time warp filled with some of my most cherished friends. Assuming I don't freeze to death, I will be back in a week . Until then, let the good times roll.

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