I'm still timid in asking people to take their photo. There were so many faces, so many colors that I wish I could have caught today and experienced through my lens. The old, almost drawn looking lines plowing through the cheeks and foreheads of so many elders; their eyes deep, ever-filling wells with knowledge of life that they have experienced. The young, small, effortless children - running through the grass, dancing, wrapping their little arms around their parent's necks. Reds, pinks, oranges, purples, blues - all my favorite colors.

There is something to be said about portrait photography. More than ever, I often find myself thumbing through the pages at any bookstore within the Photography section of portrait. These quick, half of a seconds in time hold a certain amount of truth, honesty, reality - any shred of these three things that we can hold on to or observe in this modern world is worth reaching out for and at the very least - being held in awe of it.

I'm getting back into reading every day again. I got a handful of new books today. The gears are turning at full steam again. This coming Saturday, I am doing my first hike with the Sierra Club. I'm in the midst of planning out a backpacking trip. I have constant daydreams regarding the forests up North and the pictures I've seen of Yosemite and Death Valley to the East. These are places I want to be. The wilderness and the daring beauty is something I'm trying to dive into deeper, to become immersed. I'm almost there.