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A Pocket Full of 2015


 

Life is always changing somehow. It’s hard to look back and really remember times that were uneventful.

And although this year was challenging in a lot of ways, it was also rewarding to have lived through it all.


 

I tried not live in fear of the future and mistakes. To instead look forward and jump toward opportunities.

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I remembered to smile around people more often.

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I aimed to be more giving.

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I spent a lot more time around children and they really remind me what it’s like to be fearless.

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And goofy.

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And to ask for what you want.

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And to be unapologetically you.

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Kids have so much energy.

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When kids are really happy it’s hard not to smile around them.

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I found some adults could be like that, too.

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I saw people be really caring this year despite the seemingly unending tragedies.

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I learned that the best new year’s resolution is to try to always be nice to people.

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Because everyone had some challenging part of the year.

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And instead of looking back.

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We should start to look forward.

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Happy New Year.

 

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I love air shows


One of the oddest and most wonderful experiences I’ve had since moving to California two and a half years ago is attending air shows.

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They’re usually at a brewery and the scenery is breathtaking.

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There is literally love in the air.

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When I try to explain air shows to my friends I describe them as an airplane ballet.

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But it can almost be like watching an artist create a masterpiece.

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Making photos at an air show is rewarding.

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Even when your friends steal your camera for a bit.

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This one was my favorite. I always strive to go unseen and capture what I see. Usually, it doesn’t work out because my subjects see my camera first. But here, my shutter met her gaze.

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Why beach towns are like refuges | Santa Monica edition


When life gets so frustrating you realize you’re walking around clenching your fists for parts of the day, nothing quite washes it away like a day with the ocean.

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When I hear the crashing of it’s waves I can feel myself pounding the sand.

The ocean is so patient. It slowly builds. Pushing itself as far as it can go onto the shore, stretching every last drop,  just to rescind again.

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There’s so much life in it’s hands. Swimming, breathing, procreating, shitting, having lunch. It’s an entire system of things we couldn’t possibly imagine. The tiniest of creatures. The most vulnerable of species.  And yet it’s mostly indestructible and unknown.

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I would say I want to be like the ocean when I grow up but it’s so bipolar. Some days it’s calm. Some days it’s muggy. Some days it rages.

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I’ll never know what it’s like to have grown up on the beach, but I envy those that did. Beach towns feel like a refuge to me.

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There’s something for everyone.

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You can wear what you want.

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Sometimes there are dinosaurs.

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Sometimes there is really good beer.

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And a lot of the time, there’s love.

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The people of Boston : David


So I was fortunate enough to spend some time in Boston this week during a conference for work. There is never quite enough time to actually see the city when you’re at a conference but we were afforded some breaks. On one of my breaks I walked down Boylston St. to the place I had read about so much online.

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I sat on the side of a public library merely steps away from where the Boston marathon finish line is etched in the ground (fun fact, this library is the first publicly supported municipal library in the United States). As I watched people walk by I tried to get a feel for the city and Bostonians. I wondered if I took away the landmarks, the buildings, would I still be able to tell this was Boston.

There are some obvious things. Boston Red Sox hats are literally everywhere. Really Boston swag in general. This is a city of sports fans if I’ve ever seen one. The other obvious thing was the abundance of amazing runners. Just fantastic form everywhere you looked and you don’t see that a lot.

But hats and running shoes don’t define a people.

So what really makes a Bostonian?

Sitting on the side of this building next to me were a couple of guys. I mustered up the courage to ask one of them if he was from here.

“Sowta, I was born in Provincetown but I’eh been heea fo’ a while. Why are you lookin’ for somethin’?”

I can still here the thick Bostonian accent, although I can’t do it justice. But it was beautiful. It was also incredibly kind and refreshing of him to ask if I needed help. Even before I said anything else he offered to help. Not everyone does that.

I asked him what made a Bostonian. What characteristics made up the people here?

David was his name. He opened his eyes wide and backed up against the wall a bit furrowing his brow and thinking. He had the clearest, brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. I was a bit entranced by them. So blue, you could see the lines of almost white mingled in. Clear and so reminiscent of ice cold water, I swear I felt a chill when I looked into them.

“You know it’s really diffwent eveewhere, east side, west side, south side. They’re all diffwent.”

But he finally decided on an answer –generosity.

“I’m homeless and I’eh been t’rough some things, but you’ll neva go hungry in this city. Bostonians are incwedibly generous. More than in any other city I’eh been.”

The man sitting next to him, who I assumed was his friend by the way they were talking and walked up together, nodded in agreement. His eyebrows raised and his palms open as if to say, “Of course, I should have thought of that.”

“I just got cleaned up last week and so I’ve been asking people for dolla’s. You know I need to make appointments and cleaning up is hawd because you don’t want to get caught up you know, skipping the twain. But it’s hawd, you need money for that.”

I wasn’t sure what David meant by cleaned up, but I could understand needing money to get around and get things done. It reminded me of how my father always gave money to people asking for it and how my mother always told him they were probably just going to buy booze with it.

“That’s not on me, it’s on them,” he would say. I feel like David was showing me what we all really hope is happening when we give someone in need some spare change.

“And you know I read an article in the newspapa the otha day that said Bostonians were not nice people. I don’t know where they got that from.

“Anotha thing is pride. Bostonians have a lot of pride, even before the whole marathon thing,” he said pointing to the finish line just feet away.

“Yea so that’s what I would say.”

I have to admit I didn’t have the greatest first impression of Boston and Bostonians. The cab driver I had from the airport was cold and angry which was terrifying. He wouldn’t talk to me and I’m pretty sure he screwed me on the fare. But maybe he just wasn’t from Boston.

I’m glad I got to talk to David. I’m glad I took a walk down Bolyston St. even with all the madness of the conference. And I’m glad he convinced me Bostonians are nice people.

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The people and city of Los Angeles


This past weekend I was in Los Angeles cheering on a great man in the LA Marathon. To see blubbering photos of said man go here.

We  biked around a lot of  downtown Los Angeles. It made me miss home. There’s just something about a big city that makes me deeply happy.

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tree and birds

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About life and driving, and which one needs better maps


When you’re on the road, you find you have a lot of time to think.

You have a lot of time to think when you’re on a trail, too.

You might even find that you have a lot of time to think when you’re taking the trash out.

You don’t have as much time to think when you’re avoiding rocks in the road.

Or when you’re avoiding sharp spikes.

You don’t have as much time to think when you’re trying to figure out how to climb over something.

And sometimes there is something interesting in your way that causes your mind to be led astray by imagination and you find there is time to think after all.

But beautiful things can be distracting. So you have to find your way on the road again.

You think about a lot of things as you go down this road.

The beauty and wonder of life.

And maybe how fragile it is and how quickly it can be taken away.

I get lost a lot when I’m driving. But there always seems to be a map or a sign letting me know where I’m headed.

Unfortunately, life doesn’t come with maps. So you just kinda have to keep going. Until you run into something so great, you don’t have to think about it.

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Walking with Orbison part four


I like like things together.

Alliteration gets me giddy.

Symmetry makes me smile.

And I think  know I’m obvious about it.

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Coke is everywhere

This was taken in Nuevo Laredo while I was visiting my mother’s sister’s family. These things are an inch and a half tall.

You can look, but you can't touch

This is the second year I see these at Soriana. They’re four inches tall. I always touch them, I can’t handle the urge.

J.J.'s All Night Party Palace

Yea, I’m sure you’ve gathered this isn’t another walk with Orbison. But the photos I took while I was out with him today go well with these other one’s so here they are.

The Yellow Rose of Texas

I also like solid colors.

where do people buy cones?

I heard in the newsroom you can’t actually purchase these anywhere. I’ve owned a lot of cones.

we were so unprepared

Nugget

I don’t get people who don’t like the color green. It reminds me of life.

ORANGE.

I like to climb trees. Climbing things in general actually. Sometimes even elephants.

Texas Mountain Laurel

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Cactus flores

My mother likes to eat these. She always points them out. I can’t help but notice them now, too.

Arriba!

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Random taco truck I passed by. Sylvester and Tweety were on the other side. I want their tacos.

RED.

It’s weird how only some of the leaves get to turn red.

I miss my gazebo

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So dapperly dressed

What a dashing young pooch

There are those times when nothing in the world is greater than spending the day with your dog.

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Another new year’s resolution blog and this past year in pictures


Every day, I want to do something I’ve never done before.

I know this might sound ambitious, and it is, but it will surely lead to some interesting places.

Did you notice how incredibly vague this resolution is? I’m not a fan of boundaries.

That being said here are some of the things I want to do:

  • Travel to a place I’ve never been
  • Build something out of wood
  • Climb something I haven’t climbed yet
  • Corn Maze!
  • “Borrow” someone’s trampoline for the night
  • Make sushi
  • Dye my hair
  • Take photos of a whole bunch of fire extinguishers
  • Have that talk with dad
  • Build the glass terrariums
  • Jump in Hamilton Pool
  • Institute bring your dog to work day

It’s going to be harder every day so if you have any suggestions, please don’t be shy.

Here are some pictures of things I did this year I had never done before. Feel free to share your adventures and random experiences with me!

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Met Clark freakin’ Gracie. And learned how to break people’s arms.

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I like to climb on things. And who puts a tractor in the middle of downtown?

Tried home made potato candies for the first time

Dyed someone's hair periwinkle. I have never dyed hair before.

Did a Reddit gift exchange for the first time. Can you tell how excited I was

I'm pretty sure this is the closest I have ever been to a helicopter

This year, I committed Monkicide.

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This year, I climbed a Texas mountain

Deer, deer everywhere

Goofing off in a peacock cage

Les Givral's Kahve. Where they kitchen and bar are open until 3 a.m. and the bartender makes mini crème brûlée.

Panda cookie. Nuff said.

Starting off the new year in downtown Houston

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Victoria Christmas light parade


In another world.

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Reminds me of the neighborhood parades and dad waking me up early to go. He was always more excited than we were.

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