Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I usually auction off a free portait shoot.
Except, its not free. Because they end up giving a lot of money to Sudan.
Alot of money.
I've been shooting alot.
CHeck it out some of the image
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Today we celebrated Christmas at the Summit, people decorated, got festive, everything.
Today, because it was sorta-Christmas, I was singing my favorite christmas carol
Hark! The Herold Angels Sing!
The words moved me:
Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconcil'd.
Hail the Heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Christ by highest Heaven ador'd,
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
Hark! The Herold Angels sing.
Christ was born.
Christ was born.
like you and me.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
When your faith in life is gone
Come and speak to me
When you’re down and all messed up
Seek my sympathy
When everybody says no, no, no
Your misfortune and none of my own
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Well it’s your misfortune that sweetens my song
I can be the friend you want
I can be your confidante
I can be the right reminder at the right time
Throwing out the lifeline
When your face is caked with mud
Come and speak to me
When the chill creeps in your blood
Seek my sympathy
I can be the air you drink
Every single thought you think
I can be the right notion in the meantime
Warm you like the sunshine
Stand in the light. Stand in the light. Stand in the light.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
You just show up, to a new place, a new town and all of a sudden there are these people.
New people, that you have never met before. Each with their own story, each with their own book.
You hear their story and they make you want to like them. To be like them. They are the kind of people who make you feel at home in your own skin.
Its funny sometimes, how that happens.
I love it.
Its funny how we all travel.
In and out of each others lives. Back and forth, like ships on waves.
I like how we can dock at the same port for a while, to give rest to [stretch] our weary legs.
I docked with a [new] friend this week.
"Thats her name. Leah."
I've been working at Summit for a while now, Monday will mark week 6 for me. The people here are amazing, brilliant, infact. Everyone is so articulate and knowledgeable. So passionate and persuasive. So ....
It is a little intimidating to work out here, I'll be honest. Its intimidating to work with geniuses everyday, that is, until you start to understand them. Then you just start to get inspired.
For Example, my friend Judson walked hurriedly past me in the hotel lobby last Friday mumbling something about Winston Churchill when suddenly, He stopped turned to me and said "Did I already tell you about my sister?"
"No, tell me"
"She is coming."
He proceeded to tell me of a girl who decided to try something new. A girl who dreaded her hair, packed a backpack, bought a bus ticket, and headed out. To explore the nation. To love on people and hear thier stories. In fact, she was coming here, tomorrow morning even.
"Leah." he told me, "Thats her name. Leah."
She arrived tired and hungry, a Saturday morning at best. Her worn boots told stories of the miles since the farm in Virgina. The buffalo ranch in Arizona, the book she left on the black pavement, the crazy people she had met.
Turns out Leah and I have a lot in common. We are both artists, We both love love, We both are trying out best to follow the Great Lover,
And we both don't know what we are going to do in the fall.
Leah likes stories.
"Everybody's got a story, man"
Thats what she said to me.
Leah has these eyes that just pull you in, delicate and enchanting, yet fierce and full of life.
"Tell me your story" they ask, never presuming. Captivating, they pull you in. They engage, they inspire.
Leah had many conversations this week, about love and life and life on the street and life in the college, about Jesus and love and what it looks like when you mix them all up together.
I had a wonderful time with her. With her and Judson both.
Judson, the intellectual, inspires me to pursue honor and integrity in everyday life and when the light hits just right you can see Europe in his eyes.
"His Truth is marching on" they say.
His truth is marching on.
They are a lovely meshing of the heart and the mind. These two friends of mine.
These new people are changing me a little, I think. How they view God and life and Family and passion and purpose and well, everything.
I am inspired.
To be more like them, or more so, to be more like Jesus.
This morning we brought Leah to the ghetto bus station in Colorado Springs.
"I gotta keep moving" she would say.
Next stop Seattle, if she doesn't get off to work at another buffalo ranch.
I am greatful for the time that she spent here, in this crazy hotel, with all these intimidating people.
The plan is to meet up sometime this August/September and join her on her love endeavor. Perhaps out east somewhere.
Life is good, folks.
I am greatful.
"be an interesting person"
I saw my car, and I am sure I had a little pang in my heart.
Because I know it misses Minneapolis.
I picked one of those dandilions that are dead and have all the little seeds but look so much prettier.
And I blew it. Into the sunshine.
And I didn't take a picture. I just watched it, with my own eyes, and I thought to myself:
"This is good."
I listened to a song.
If could not hold a pen
I would write of you on my heart instead.
You have bought me with your blood and I am painted red by Your Love.
If I could not say a word
my life would speak of love I dont deserve.
Hope means holding on to you
Grace means you are holding me too.
I listened to it again.
And I thought to my to myself:
"This is good. This whole living thing.
This is good."
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Its frustrating for me that its easy for me to loose focus.
I try and build my life around the eternal, around the holy, and what do I get?
Frustrating. This whole business of being a person.
"God be in my head, and in my understanding.
God be in my eyes, and in my looking.
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking.
God be in my heart, and in my feeling.
God be in my life
and in my living."
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This afternoon, I was feeling the need to feel creative.
This afternoon my friend and Roommate Emma was working the front desk.
And the Sun was shining, and the light was amazing.
So, naturally, 10 minuet photoshoot was in order.
All things in their proper place.