How do you bust the clouds
Head on the ground and feeling what you've seen
I wanna scope you out
I wanna be your eyes and show you me

When are you coming back
When are you gonna burn that broken bed
When are you coming back
I wanna see you drifting overhead.





Im alive.

Its only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything.

I have been taking a lot of photos lately. Nothing themed. Nothing that I would consider acceptionally special. I guess I am beginning to see things from a more sentimental point of view. I used to stand there behind camera working those angles trying to capture exactly what I wanted to be frozen in time. Trying to use my camera a conductor of emotions and purpose to all the girls who have given themselves to me.

Keyword: Trying.

I dont really feel like I do that anymore.

I dont go out of my way to plan things out. I dont manipulate like I used to.

I dont know if I really care anymore.


When I looked at Sydney through the view, I knew how uncomfortable she felt. How vulnerable she seemed. Every click of every photo she wanted to see and I could tell what she was thinking. Picking herself apart. Not seeing how beautiful the simplicity of her stature is.

Its disappointing, but endearing.


I think I am focusing more on the way people smile when you capture that look they want to see.


Im not saying that Im a different artist. Im not at all. Its just that a lot about me has evolved and left. I was one way, then I was another, and another. Im tired. I like taking pictures. I like seeing all kinds of photography. I hope to one day make a totally obscure coffee table book that no one will buy and will be discovered in a little downtown bookstore covered in dust. Someone will look at everything smashed between two matching boring black covers and think "wow, I wasn't expecting all of that."

That is me.

Im not even going to make up excuses.

I suck.

Im not attached to this place as I used to be and really Ive not done anything recently with the exception of self portraits bc Im a vain little slutbag.


Im trying. Just overwhelmed with life at the moment.. about to turn 23 years old and I cant get my shit together.

Such a fag.


I need sex.

I dont know how or why I always seem to fall off the face of the earth and come back here..

A lot has been going on lately.. I broke up with the girl from my last set of photos, that I wont go into... I moved, switched jobs, lost some friends, a friend commited suicide and last but not least I met a girl who is changing my life everyday.

She whispered in my ear that she was falling in love with me and her words touched every inch of my body and made my hairs stand on end.

I have been shooting some.. I have some shots that I was pleased with and Im working on an Asian themed series for my new roommates XMas present.

Im about to upload some of the portraits now..

I know Im not consistant and I dont really expect support or anyone to keep up with me but I still really enjoy being a part of this website.

I am on My Space everyday... I keep up with that journal and life updates there so if you would like to add me there, just message me.

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-H.