Meet my niece; she’s beautiful. 

Scars are the best storytellers that I know. They do not tell their tales out loud, but etch themselves into the very skin of the protagonist. The scar acts as both a triumph and a failure of the body’s healing process. The wound is gone but the memory of it rests in an imperfection of the skin. The duplicity of a scar is what draws us into them, it is what makes us ask whether there are scars beyond it that we cannot see with our eyes.

Scarred is an exploration of the mute minstrels that accompany many of us. The model’s faces and names are not present with the photographs because this series is not meant to uncover the individual circumstances behind each models’ scar. Rather, my hope is that the images will incite the viewer to examine his/her own visible/invisible scars and to feel farther beyond.

(Source: clsphotography.net)

Forgive me for neglecting you, Tumblr. Finals week is upon me and life is CRAZY. Therefore, here is a picture of my cat…

National Equality March 2009

Seriously, Ohio, will this rain ever stop!? 

I just had one of the most insane, beautiful, happy, musical, and muddy weekends ever at Nelsonville Music Festival. I haven’t got my film developed yet, so this cell phone picture is the only one I have so far.

As you can see, Meg and I completely gave up on wearing shoes and spent the last day bounding through the mud. I have never been happier to have clean feet again. 

Meg :)

Every single day this man camps outside of the Whitehouse in protest of war and other atrocities committed by mankind. I’m ashamed to say that I cannot recall his name, but the unspoken air of wisdom that surrounded him is a memory that won’t leave me soon. 

The tattoos on his cheek bones say “Wage Love”. Meaningful advice, sir. Thank you.