Hello Spring! I’ve decided to come out of hibernation and hit refresh on all things worth invigorating. That includes my blog. In the crazy months of March and February I’ve concluded; working full time, having a social life and keeping a blog up to date is demanding…although, not impossible. I’ve determined the demanding part, for me, is formulating the actual topic of choice to write a post on something unlike all the other ones already online.
Recently, I’ve been craving to focus my writing on topics that will help people on a more personal level. For over a year I’d been working on creating something quite delicate to me but also something I knew if written correctly, had the potential to speak to others in the way I’ve been wanting (you can read it here). Having The Confused Millenial accept my article as a guest post on her site validated my desire to continue my efforts of producing articles I felt pulled to write.
In the process of revitalizing my efforts, I’ve realized there are a few photos inspired blog concepts that I, unfortunately, will probably never go back to record. However, as an homage to a few of my favorite photos I’m recapping on the inspiration they forwarded to me and what could have been.
- The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame – Cleveland
I can’t believe it took me 25 years to finally visit this place. If I could relive this Sunday over I would. This is exactly how this place looked to me when I first walked up to it. Bright blue sky, sun beaming, and the red words as prominent and attention-grabbing as rock itself. I was hoping to do a whole post on the rock and roll hall of fame but the more I thought about it the more I realized it wouldn’t do it justice. Like the music itself, the experience here was an individualistic one that must be seen/felt for oneself. #longliverock
2. 176 – Nashville, TN
I don’t know why some images stick out to me more than others in a way where I feel compelled to snap a picture of it. This old door was on a side street lined with trash cans and at a first glance, the picture of this street seemed as if the camera should have been facing the opposite side. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what 176 meant or if it even meant anything at all. The structure and texture looked run down in the best way possible and it reminded me of something I’d seen before. This picture didn’t fit in my post about Nashville and I think that’s why I loved it so much.
3. The Restoration Hardware – Chicago
If I could summarize a Saturday in Chicago in one picture this would be it. Cool and unbothered, exposed brick and large windows topped off with something large or lavish to catch your eye. There’s no doubt why I used this as my featured image and it’s a picture I still love looking at. I’ll always miss spending Saturday with friends getting mimosas at the most over the top places. Surrounded by alluring people, products and picture-perfect entree’s this photo deserved its own post. I have yet to find the words to suffice.
4. World Trade Center Station – New York
I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the first week of my new job. The last time I was in New York was when my sister was there for college (circa 09’/10′) the World Trade Center Memorial hadn’t even been completed yet. It’s been on my bucket list of places to see since it’s completion. I love visiting places like this that engulf you in there colossal size which sweeps through your body with every emotion that had been there before. The memorial took me back to 2001 and what I couldn’t understand as an elementary kid I still struggle to understand today. The effects of 9/11 are still felt in this city but to look up and rebuild something so magnificent is exactly how this city lives in my mind.
5. The back roads – Ohio
When I die I imagine this will be the last image I’ll see, the one that reminds me of coming home. It doesn’t matter how many times you leave somewhere you will always know the road that feels like coming home. It’s never been a background screen worthy photo, but it’s always been a personal one. Like the old photograph your father kept in his wallet with a folded worn down crease, this image was never one I needed a copy to know exactly how it looked only to hold on to. The nothingness of open skies and untouched land was my own personal welcome home narrative I’m still trying to understand.