January, the month that is birthed, saturated in optimistic resolutions that are equivalent to actually making a lemonade/kale/acai berry smoothie with those overpriced lemons from Whole Foods. Then adding a pint of vodka, because when life gives you a paycheck to buy lemons, you make that produce as enjoyable as possible because you are a functioning adult. I myself have always found January...

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"Dumpster Fire of a Year" is what 2016 is ever-so-fondly referred to by most people on every social media platform I use, and I can't help but agree for the most part. Yes, a lot of beloved celebrities were lost, and the election was a mess, but on a more personal level watching my loved ones try to survive this year was like...

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Meet Boris! A little over a month ago or so, my friend Ryan took his dog Boris to Belle Isle and I tagged along for an impromptu photo-shoot! Now that I am shooting for the band at events, I need all of the practice taking photos of movement that I can get. Boris was a beautiful subject, such a happy guy! I am...

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   Life lately has been a bit of a whirlwind once again, and the best that I can do to describe it is: organised chaos. Work is still busy as usual, I just got back from a long, much-needed weekend of camping with the girls, I have been trying to practice taking better photos every chance that I get, trying to hit the...

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I moved back home almost nine months ago, and I still have a fairly large closet full of belongings at Kyle's house, boxes in my parent's basement that have yet to be sorted, and piles of clothes to be sold, and donated. I have an outline for a short story saved on my laptop that hasn't been touched in over a year, and...

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The best way I have been able to describe it is: ants. One lone ant, bringing a negative thought into my brain as food for it's nest. I am told to my face, had my gaze held intently and told the sincerest truths, and it's not as if I don't believe them, I do. I trust the words spoken to me, but I...

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When I stepped out of my room to inform my Dad of my plans for my whereabouts a few Sunday's back, I barely managed two words out before he just stood back trying to look angry but failing. "What the hell" was his loving reaction to my outfit: A red plaid sweater, shorts with leggings (layered over workout pants, because cold), boots, sunglasses,...

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