Lately there has been no stopping me from thinking about the past. I have been watching old home movies, digging through boxes of old pictures and finding things I created years ago. I think some people call this being nestolgic (although I am not sure if that’s how most people would spell it).

Last night I found a collection of things I wrote. Some of them essays for college, some poetry, some just letters to my self. Most of them had a bright red pen wrote all over them from my favorite professor (Joe Wenderoth, Poet) highlighting the strong parts and the weak parts of my writing. I haven’t wrote anything worth re-reading in a a long time, but it felt good to return there.

Before I started my BFA in Art, I was an English Education Major, then Just and English Major, then a Communications Major, then the staff and I at SSU(as it were in my day) Made up a major of just writing and speech. How I ended simply turning those styles of communication into photographer, I am not sure. But the truth is I’m going to start writing again. I am sure words will quickly trickle back and find them selfs with my photography. So we’ll see, it’s a great time to explore the words inside of me.