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Monday, February 11, 2013

In My Own Words, Never Silence The Strum, Albany New York Photographer

It's been quite some time since I felt those callouses on my fingertips. The strumming used to calm me. I'm not sure if I'll ever pick up a guitar again, for any productive amount of time anyway, but it's what it symbolizes. 

I think I was  in my creative peak in my teens, though grossly unguided. I felt the need to be "normal" and I had a brain that beckoned me toward science. Something that backfired on me more than once. 

It's time to awaken that 16 year old's passion. I knew what was up, I knew what I stood for (or at least I thought about it and tried damn hard to figure it out). So please remind me...when my daughters are 16 and I may tell them, "you're just too young, you don't know, this won't matter" ...remind me that I'm full of shit- because they do know, it does matter and I should know better.

This scene saddens me to the core.




Though I can still rock out Closer to Fine like I always could...

"I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white"

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