Possible photos for my Final Portfolio in Photojournalism

Eel

Eel
Tunnel vision, a worst fate than being blind.
We suffer from it, like a mental disease.
We think what we want instead of
wanting what is pushed our way in the breeze.

What if we understood the art of listening?
What if we grasped the concept of today?
We could look into the past without salt covered cheeks,
we could glance at the future without dismay.

Just look into the heart of the eel—
pumping with electricity.
Listen, you’ll hear the static is causes,
but somehow it will give you clarity.

Red Hill Pocatello

Lucky Peak

So, it wasn't the most sunny day to take pictures of Lucky Peak. But it was fun anyways.

My Old High School

These are pictures of my old high school, Borah. One of my friends is making a new banner for the newspaper's web site, so I took these for him. It is funny because we are both graduated, yet he still manages the web site because he created it and I still help out once in a while.

Anyways, thought I would just post them and I'll post a link to the banner when it is done.

Endurable

We live in a world where roses are whatever color your eyes make them; thus no one sees what you see and the consequence is no one can cooperate. And if we could love the same, if we could want the same, if we could all be greedless the same, then we would be bored. Such gruesome lack of equality only gives us the challenges that force our tried souls to grow in strength and wisdom. It is with these thoughts that I conclude there is no way to create peace forever. But it still should be every souls goal in order to, in the process, make other peoples life one step closer to wonderful.

Just remember that the ideal is unachievable and know that this reality is endurable.

Fingertips

I lost my touch.
And know I say that
in the most literal sense.

Reading the lines of my fingertips,
realizing they are only what a scientist has made of them.
And I won’t stop thinking
because I don’t know how.

Reach out
to finger my way through fog.
Haze.
Haze of all colors,
not just purple.

Fingertips may turn the colors
that classify a rainbow.
But I can’t reflect their identity
the way I want to,
the way one might need me too.

Run around
to escape the overwhelming human presence.
Existence.
Existence of all colors,
not just purple.