Star-Spangled, pt. 2

Here’s the link to the images: 

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B7MlCEoEDaftQ0dnRUFKaGNKVXM?usp=sharing

STAR-SPANGLED

Though this was meant to be a post at the $25 Level, I find it honest enough that I’d like to share it with every one of my patrons. Especially in honor of the upcoming 4th of July holiday, I present to you yet another honest, somewhat melancholy essay about me and my life.

I’m a mess of emotions right now. As I pack for a three week trip to Europe on the dawn of 4th of July, I am also recovering from my parent’s gala 50th wedding anniversary last night. To add to this, in a month I will be turning 40. All of these things make me wistful, sentimental, nostalgic, downright sad, elated, and full of love for the people I care about, the State of our Union, the people I have lost, the people I have let slip through my fingers, and the chances I’ve both missed and am yet to approach.

So many people think my life is full of T&A, of a debaucherous life that is non-stop sex, drugs, and rock and roll. In truth, my life is much more solitary, much more introspective, and simply, quite lonely at times. I can be shy, introverted, and lazy when it comes to reaching out, i’m not great at always showing how I feel to the people I care about. But I’m getting better.

I apologize if you expected this essay about Rae, this California beauty I shot five years ago in this tattered Amercian flag, to be filled with crazy behind-the-scenes tales. Frankly, it’s been so long, I don’t recall much. I know we had fun, that the shoot was directionless and almost meaningless, and it was instantly forgettable until I discovered it on an external hard drive a few months ago. Here again, my life is just a series of interludes with these wonderful, lovely women, who at times can make me feel both appreciated and forgettable. I sometimes feel as though I’m only valued for my camera and abilities more than as an individual who is trying his best to make sense of a world that’s never made sense to anyone.

Again, I’m sorry for this melancholy mood, especially on the eve of a great adventure, and after a night filled with family and old friends professing their love and admiration for myself and my family, but so it is.

I do, once again, wish to convey to you all how much Patreon has come to mean for me, and to thank you as always for your continued kind support of me, my work, and the wonderful people I work with. It’s an honor to share my life with you all, and I truly enjoy reading your messages and engaging with all. Please send all the feedback, questions, comments, complaints, and anything else you feel worth sharing. I will continue to do my best to share with you my images, my perspectives, and anything else I feel is important to you all. 

And of course the boobs. There will always be boobs.

So finally, with this being the last post I make before hopping on a plane at 6am tomorrow, thank you. Thank YOU. THANK YOU.

Here’s that link again: 

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B7MlCEoEDaftQ0dnRUFKaGNKVXM?usp=sharing