Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Six::April Twentieth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Don't look too closely.
Interpret how you will.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Five::April Nineteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Four::April Eighteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

I'm back in black.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Three::April Seventeenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

You know I drive in style.
Happy six months, Samuel Nehemiah Smith the third. :D

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Two::April Sixteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

I'm sad this is the only picture I got from this amazing day.

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-One::April Fifteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Grow, picture wall, grow in all your picturesque glory.
[yes. i know this picture is blurry and bad. SO SUE ME.]

Day Two Hundred and Fifty::April Fourteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

This is the print I was trying to achieve yesterday.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Nine::April Thirteenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

I got this, but i was trying to get this::

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Eight::April Twelvth, Two Thousand and Ten.

I got some friends to keep me company.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Seven::April Eleventh, Two Thousand and Ten.

Coming home.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Six::April Tenth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Five::April Ninth, Two Thousand and Ten.

D-bag mondays.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Four::April Eighth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Three::April Seventh, Two Thousand and Ten.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Two::April Sixth, Two Thousand and Ten.

I did not feel well today.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-One::April Fifth, Two Thousand and Ten.

Day Two Hundred and Forty::April Fourth, Two Thousand and Ten.

"Every idiot with a camera thinks he's a photographer."
I really don't want to be that idiot.
Hokayyyy it's reflection time. I've been thinking a lot about what I'm doing with myself in trying to pursue photography. Yes, yes I've been told I have "an eye" for it or that I'm good at it--whatever. I'm better than your average joe with a point-and-shoot. I will freely admit that. But photography, in and of itself, is SO much more than that. A picture, a really good picture, has to draw your attention. It has to squeak some sort of feeling out of  you. I want to shoot people as they really are. I hate your models and your posed pictures. I want real people feeling real things. I want to shoot landscapes that show off the mighty power and beauty of my God. I think this next year will be a real test to see if this is what I really want to do with my life. If it's not, so be it. But God better have a back-up plan c:

Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine::April Third, Two Thousand and Ten.

My Daddy is alive.

Day Two Hundred Thirty-Eight::April Second, Two Thousand and Ten.

I'm pretty sure this is NOT what a frittata is supposed to look like.
And my best friend came home today. Which made today amazing.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven::April First, Two Thousand and Ten.

This was a part of the Pulitzer Prize-winning Photographs gallery in the Newseum.
This place really made me reconsider what I am doing in pursuing photography.
Bottom line? You gotta have balls to get the pictures that mean something.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Six::March Thirty-First, Two Thousand and Ten.

He sat by me all day.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Five::March Thirtieth, Two Thousand and Ten.

gotswagga?