I've been going through a lot in my personal life and it's been draining me mentally, which always seems to flare my creativity. The sad thing is, I'm normally lacking in energy because of it all. Well, the other day I was looking through old photos, and I found one I'd taken at the beach in 2005 on my first point and shoot (a Cybershot, one fancier and sleeker than the model I have now), and I remembered why I believe in myself when it comes to taking photos. Other people might not understand my style or my subjects or a million other choices I make when it comes to my art, but I do, and that's all that matters. So here is the photo that brought back my confidence in myself. Hopefully many more entries to come...

As my roommate Megan and I were working on our new farmhouse in Vilas with a few friends, I rushed upstairs to scrub another layer of paint off of my hands before returning back to trimming the edges of the stairway in green. I immediately grabbed my camera, turned back around, and yelled quick instructions for everyone to drop their paint brushes and get outside. My room, as I'd found it, was being lit with the most amazing orange-purple light and I knew, without looking, that there would be an amazing sky awaiting us. We stared at the colors of the sky and the setting sun until they all faded to a deep blue and we got back to brightening our living room from a once dirty cream into our own blue, a bright, beachy hue to serve as our getaway from work and school.