I Said Good Day

I really can't express how wonderful today turned out.
Happy Birthday Brett and Ben!

Graduation on Saturday! And who is walking with honors and didn't think she would...? Yeah, me. Sweet life, indeed.

I love when you do spell check and nothing wrong is found... =]

The End

When I pass, I want at least one person to believe I'm genuine and real.
I want to be remembered as loving, accepting, and hopeful but realistic and original.

Does wanting that make me not any of those things?

Perfect Position

Its quite amazing what sitting in a basement with a cigarette in hand talking about your favorite underwear with two awesome girls can do to you. I honestly can say I love where I am at and who I'm with in my life. I have fantastic friends and an astounding boyfriend. And it's all because I finally let my guard down and let them know the real Ann. I'm not going to lie, the real Ann is pretty badass. :]

All of my posts are always so....me me me. Sorry about that. But I'm definitely ready for this new chapter in my life to begin. 6 months ago I thought I was, but now I really am. I'm about to turn the tassle and take on a whole new beginning. Moving out in August. Struggling for the first time to make ends meet. Other people seem scared of it but I am far from scared because I will finally begin to learn about my passion, photography, and meet some many people. I love people. I suppose that's why I enjoy portraiture photography so much. A photo of a single person holds a story that only that one person knows and just having that peice of work links me to that story. And if I'm not part of numerous people's stories, I want to at least be in one person's story. And them in mine.

I do believe I was meant to be a hippie in the '60s. Oh how I envy my mother and her past endeavors. But I have all of mine right in front of me.



I've learned to approach people as open books. With books people open them up and read whatever is in front of them and accept it. Even if they don't enjoy or agree with what is there, they take the time and give it a chance. Everyone deserves a chance. Maybe even a second one. Because as stated in an earlier post, there's always going to be that glass panel that needs to be broken down. So give that person a chance to break it and let them break yours. If you get hurt, accept it as life because people are supposed to get hurt through life or they wouldn't be able to know the actual wonderous things. Risk. It's all about risk.



I know my thoughts are very lucid right now, and I know I'll come back up and clear things up, but for now, I'm scattered, loved, loving, and accepted.



Yes, one of my labels is badass. =]

Have a wonderful Wednesday lovies!

Panels of Glass

I was sitting at It's Grind on the patio next to one of the window fronts and if I looked to my left I was only separated from complete strangers by a panel of glass. I couldn't hear them, feel them, or truly even see them. And while these two men read their laptop screens, I was listening to the Spanish being exchanged from across the patio. Sitting there, I was wondering it they've ever thought about the barriers that exist between every single person in this world. Barriers keep people safe and comfortable. What happens when there are none? When the security is bare and all you have to protect you is your very own skin...? There comes a time in every individuals life where it's necessary to break the barricades and become susceptible to the risks of our world. Once broken down, all things are possible. Love. Life's beauty. Change. They are all accepted after the barriers are gone. Just imagine a life where everyone is willing to break the panel of glass in front of them and freely accept someone without fear or regret.
Life is full of risks and those who are willing to break the glass panel will benefit the most from the experiences brought on by those risks. With the barriers, we just merely exist. What's the point in just existing when you can really live.
Share this world. Rid yourself of your glass panels and lack of understanding so someone can finally see who you are.

The First Day of the Rest of My Life

You know what comes out of a shitty day...enlightenment.

I'm in a good place again.

Bring on the backwards hugs and forehead kisses.

And, I am graduating from high school on Saturday.

And I won second place in a countywide photography contest with this picture.

I'm going to lay off digital work for a while. Time to party with the polaroids for a little bit.

Simplicity at it's best.

I like to think I enjoy the simple things in life.
Like when hairties don't pull your hair out.
And wind before a storm.
And the feeling I get when he randomly hugs be from behind.
And one magnificent photo in a roll of horrible ones.
And 3am text messages.