The Untold Narratives | to a few of my favorite photos.

Hello Spring! I’ve decided to come out of hibernation and hit the refresh on all things worth refreshing. My blog included.

All jokes aside, March and February were a whirlwind of excitement, emotion, and new things to focus on. I started working in my new position and shortly after received an email saying that the guest post I submitted to  The Confused Millenial was going live that Friday! What an exciting week. The post I submitted (you can read it here) was one I’d been working on writing for over a year trying to get it right. Right, in a way that would not only reach but also resonate with a magnitude of people. I accomplished what I aimed to do with that post and finally, I felt I could enjoy it for what it meant to me.

Now I’m going through my blog, Instagram and old photos on my camera cleaning up my memory card and like I said reinvigorating what I started. Through this process, I couldn’t help but notice all the pictures I have taken, some uploaded and some that never made it to a blog post. Which is unfortunate, since my favorite part of blogging is incorporating the pictures I’ve taken with a post I’ve written to somehow bring it to life. Every picture is taken with some sort of story in mind but they don’t always make it to this site. In hopes of not losing their intended narratives forever, I’m recapping on a few of my favorite photos that didn’t make the cut.

  1. 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.

– A.Lipp on the narratives to a few of my favorite photos


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