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This blog is dedicated to my journey into photography and to the promise of adventure.

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Which Way? - oculismeis

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Sweetness On The Block - Oculismeis

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          As I walked through the city streets packed with snow and people eager to stretch their frozen limbs over heaters, I began to see something that caught my tongue like a mousetrap. Men and Women who talked with only their eyes. With courage and curiosity growing I asked a man with kindness left in his face what happened to his voice. He paused and pointed to the buildings that towered before us like grotesque and obtuse mountains. Their windows gleaming and peering at us like eyes. When I looked back he was gone and the cold was now biting my toes. Only man would build a city among the mountains to say he simply could. To strip and embezzle from the earth and settle down on the carnage like vultures on a corpse. The beauty is undeniable, their presence still remains, but I wonder what they would say if they had a voice. I know the mans eyes spoke a volume my mind could barely handle.

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Something has happened to me recently. Deep down in the parts that I scrape to find the words to describe. The darkness that I feared so feverently in the past few years. A reaper that causes me to turn on the people I love with baring teeth. A birth of something wonderful, a consciousness I can’t seem to grasp. A final understanding that grows and morphs from a void like seed. Every time I see something I have never seen before it’s branches scrape and stretch into complex fractals of thought in my mind. I contemplate death differently now; peoples actions differently, their love differently, and even my love differently. What was taught as monochromic has become spectral and ever changing, like the iridescent puddles of oil in parking lots when you walk by.  Every time a new scene emerges before me, I think about how every scene I see daily is new and invigorating in its own uniqueness. As my cold fingers cried in pain waiting for the sun to erupt over these canyons, I realized I was witnessing a birth that people will misinterpret as the same as yesterday.

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Do you remember when we talked about becoming the earth?

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Entrance to the Lit City - Oculismeis

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Portal - Oculismeis

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Gone fishing

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Spent some times with my new speedlght and Pentax 100mm Macro lens.

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Sometimes when I visit my ma up north I visit the small graveyard that’s a few blocks down and admire the stillness of it.

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Snowy boot weather.

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Spring is coming rapidly and I await its greeting like never before. I simply cannot wait for dew drenched morning grass and idling deisel trucks that groan when you start them. But most importantly I cannot wait to smell honey and beeswax again. I miss my bees desperately. I can't wait to hear them buzz and chatter amoung themselves when I go speak to them in the evenings. They give me purpose, and a desire to breathe. I miss the way they bump my face when I get too close and the hum of their force at noon when bloom is in full roar. I need these creatures far more despirately than they need me.

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Abandoned Walsenburg Power Plant- pt. 2

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The abandoned Walsenburg Power Plant - pt.1