There’s a shirtless guy with a camera. He’s walking through a forest with a camera faced towards himself. He’s alone. Continue reading Day 10: Pattern
The warmth of childhood. He loves playing, learning, laughing. At such a young age, he doesn’t know what bad really feels like. The worst thing that’s happened to him is scraping his knee. His mom kisses it better. He goes on his way and continues playing, learning, laughing. Continue reading Day 4: Freeze
The group looks ill-prepared for their surroundings: clean clothes that aren’t meant for work, a lack of supplies, a general look of cluelessness, and word has it that they’re from the big city. They’ve been out in the middle of nature for a few days and nothing much seems to have changed. They go into caves and badly made makeshift shelters at night to avoid the monsters then come out early in the morning to discuss something only they can seem to understand. People native to the area observe in passing, but don’t say much else to them other than a simple nod or a ‘hello’.
Imagine waking up first thing in the morning and not be in a rush to get to work. I picture being able to see the sun through my closed eyes, but not having to worry that I’m going to be late for anything. Sleeping in instead of asking someone if they need help. I just — wait what?! Continue reading Day 3: Bait
The monster has been chained. He’s been put away and abandoned. They hope he dies there. Different than them. Away from them. They were only doing what they were told. Continue reading Day 2: Mindless
Cold. So cold. Continue reading Day 1: Ring
[I have to preface this by saying that I’m typing all this with a giant bandage on my finger because I got stitches. LONG STORY. So forgive me for any stupid typos] Continue reading Inktober 2019
August 29-30, 2019 Continue reading Ocean Shores, WA