So yeah. Mind blowing. Just thought I would share.
Over the past month or so, I have been going to my grandmothers home and taking images of things and places that I remember very vividly from when I was young. I was the youngest of 5 grandchildren so of course I was the one that everyone tormented. What is funny is that the places that I have the most memories of are the places where I almost died numerous times. I don’t really recall what led up to these events happening and I don’t really recall what happened afterward but I do remember the moment where I felt the most pain. All I can say is that I’m lucky to have lived these 22 years. The images below won’t really mean much unless I kinda narrate the story. I hope you enjoy.
Below is well-house that is beside of “Nanny’s” home. The lock for the door is of course on the outside which makes for a great prison. My older brother and cousins would invite me to come in and then sprint outside and close the door behind them, locking me in. For hours. At least they brought me chicken nuggets.

On the backside of the well-house was this random pile of wood. I was told to jump in… from the top of the building.
I did it. Numerous times.

Have you ever read Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Pit and Pendulum?” I cringed when I read that poem in High School because it reminded me of the day that my family erected this wonderful tire swing. To assure everyone that the rope would hold, my brother made me lay down underneath the swing. It was of course a fail proof plan.

My grandmothers home was heated by oil. When you would hit the oil drum with a stick, it would make a neat “gong” sound. My brother tried to tell me that the drum would sound like a lion if you rode your bike into it.
I heard no lion.

I don’t post these comments and images to make people feel sorry for me or anything. I post them because I love them. Looking back on everything, I had an amazing childhood that created great relationships with my family members. I would gladly lay under that tire swing any day for them.
Recollection: Part 2 coming soon.
So I was just killing some time this morning before going into the studio and I stumbled across this new trailer from Disney.
I am very excited. I started playing the Prince of Persia games when I was about 12 on the Super Nintendo. To see that a production company has finally picked up this wonderful story line is very exciting and I cannot wait until Summer 2010.
A good Tilt Shift lens is a great substitution for a view camera. This video really makes me want to purchase one.
Hmmm…
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Do you ever reminisce? I did. About a week ago, I started thinking about, as I am a member of Generation Y, my favorite video games of old. Many classics came to mind like Super Mario Brothers, Zelda and Mortal Kombat but the only game that stood out in my head like a NC farmer in Times Square was Metal Gear Solid. If you are, were or ever though about being a gamer, you most likely have heard of the Metal Gear series. After a brief call from my soon to be mother-in-law about a great deal in a Sony Playstation, I decided to reinvest some time and money into what once was a dear past time. I hopped onto eBay and found that beloved game for only $.99! Everywhere that I found that had the game in stock had it priced at $20. I was pumped. Therefore, I bought it. After hooking up everything tonight, I realized just how much I missed and adored that game.
I suppose the moral to this story is simple. Going back into the past doesn’t always carry negative consequences. This game, just in the short time that I have played it tonight, has sparked more imagination than what my finite mind has been able to produce most of this summer. I believe that revisiting the things that made us happy in the past will still have that effect on us today.
What was something that you truly adored when you were younger? Do you miss it? I encourage you to take a moment or two out of you day to go back a few years to something that you had previously forgotten. To something that you truly enjoyed doing, watching or hearing. It could be that dusty Chumbawamba CD or the badminton racket you busted over your cousins head after your tragic loss at the family picnic. What ever it is, go back. Revisit those awesome memories from a few years ago. Let those memories inspire you. Let them show you how far you have come or how far back you need to go.