The Beautiful Fight

Something enchanted happened this week at Camp Briarwood Day camp. Something wonderful that sets in your heart a warm flame. Although in the beginning all the ingredients didn't add up to the spectacular outcome.
The scene was hot! The sun bore down on all of us, and it was time to head to the pool. The pool is the only refuge at camp. It's the only place you can hide from the sun, but only for an instant. We were kept out though. We waited at the pool gates and no one came. A cry rang up from the children. All were fuming with anger! Many pounded their fists against the iron clad window of the pool house. After a while it was no use. No one appeared. I and others lost hope. We fell to the ground from complete exhaust. How could we have been abandoned a such an hour of need? We all were down now, wasting away. Some wept while others sighed. "It is the end", we all said together. One was silent though. His mind was racing. He was conceptualizing! An idea! It rang out across the multitude. All was not lost, he said, all was not lost. "We shall have a contest!" At this moment we were all bewildered. "Two men will fight in classic Greco Roman style while each of us chant for our champion!" Aye! What a grand idea! Everyone was well pleased. Sam Gilmore was chosen as the leader of the Redland. His oppent was the almost evenly matched Rob Palmer of Whitecity. They both weighed in at no more than 125 lbs. The crowd surrounded them and the fighters made way to their positions in the grass. As i recall Sam was in the floor position with Rob's arms locked over Sam's chest.
The whistle was blown and the fight began. Sam with the intensity of a lion and Rob the fierceness of bear. They rolled over and over each other. Sam had many opportunities for a good pin, but Rob fought out. At one point Rob dropped Sam right onto his back, but with the testosterone flowing no man proved to be any more victorious than the other.
They went into three rounds, and by the third they each possessed the perseverance and strength of a baby Koala. Sam seemed surprised at Rob's skill. Apparently in previous fights Rob had had the toughness of a scaredy-cat. The men of the audience screamed and hollered! The chant "Sam!" came at first, but slowly Rob began to be the favorite.
Finally the match was called. The judges and I came to the center for a decision. We each were very impressed by the fightsmanship. We all gave our opinions and chose. Both men stood in the center. The referee's hand clutching each fighters arm. The epic conclusion. "After much delineation the judges have come to a conclusion. The winner of today's fortuitous battle is..." All was silent. The crowd stood perfectly still and at the moment the chains holding the gate closed on the pool clanked together as they fell. Breath was held, fingers were crossed, eyes were clenched shut. "No contest!" The chains hit the ground and everyone turned to see the pool had been opened. They all ran forgetting what they had seen. They all drove towards their original desire, to just find refuge from the heat.

New Look New idea.

So I changed what my blog looked like. Now it looks less lame I think. Anyway I was talking with Ben the other day about an idea that I think will catch on pretty soon. Fads come and go. Some fads deal with clothing or appearance others with attitudes or furniture. A fad that I have seen growing in my time has been the sub-fad. Not the fads below, but this whole deep bass subwoofer fad. And, hey, I love it. I love having my pants shake right off my body because you installed four 28 inch subwoofers in the tiny cab of your truck. I love not being able to hear the actual music over the thud and heart punching bass.
But i know its just a fad and I had a new fad that will soon take the teens by storm. The HIGH end! Tweeters! Thats right the part of the speaker that produces the higher frequencies! Yay! now our ear drums can bleed with fire engine siren clarity! Who cares about bass any way. Its easy to play and normally the bass player in the band is the least important. Everybody just watch you'll see hip youngsters askin their parents for money to install the top of the line tweeters in their car. So now when you're waiting at a stop light your vehicle won't shake because the gotee'd 19 yr old next to you is "bumpin" but rather you'll feel your brain being squeezed into a tiny box from the high pitched tweeters of the new kid on the block. LOOK OUT HERE COMES SQUEAKY!

Polaroids "The Great Cahaba" pt 2

This is another from the River. The picture turned out really clear so I was very proud.

Polaroids "The Great Cahaba"

This is a picture of Ben Watson at the Cahaba RIver. Growing up we've always played there, swinging from homemade rope swings and floating down its murky waters. The Cahaba is surely not the cleanest river in Alabama. The river has alway given off a Huckleberry Finn vibe. It just calls you to freedom and carelessness. I really want to run away, build a raft, and just go down it one day. The river sparks adventure and leisure, in my opinion the best of both worlds. This particular part of the river was new to me. I decided that I wanted a picture of ben on shore while I was in the water. Yeah thats right, in this shot I was up to my waist in the river. We had to cross the river a couple of times that day with my camera. It was really scary considering the price of camera and rarity of film. Any way I ultimately got what I wanted out of the picture. I won't be seeing a lot of this guy next year, so this is just a held memory of good times at the river.

Polaroid Series

This is a picture of the back of my house around 1 o'clock in the morning. I was trying to get a night time shot like someone was creepin in our back yard to steal our stuff or just look at our house. In the shot is my back porch with the light on. Above that is our chimney and just to the left of that is my parents bedroom window.

Polaroid Series

This is a picture of my garage. This is where the music fusion happens. In the shot you can see some guitars, a bass drum with a blanket over it, a rocking chair, a computer, and my piano.
That piano used to belong in the basement under the steps of my high school. One day when me and my fellow band mate Benjamin were playing on it, the school's janitor called down the steps, "Hey what you doing down there?!" We were terrified and almost ran away. But we replied honestly that we were just playing the piano. He then asked, "You want it?!" I could hardly believe this. The school janitor was gonna give me a piano? How would I even get it out of the school? But no worries he said they would deliever it. Can you freakin believe that? Free Piano. And delievery. It was a wonderful day and that sparked my interest for the piano. I have been playin it ever since.

Polaroids the "why"

I recently bought a polaroid camera . It was $20.50 on ebay. I was really excited because it was so cheap, but then I discovered...they don't make the film any more. But that doesn't mean you can't find it any where, it just means that any film you buy will be expired and expensive.
So any way I decided it was worth it and invested into some film. I've now turned this into an art project, and I hope everyone enjoys it. The pictures I take are more a reminder to me of life right before college. I am trying to capture places and people who I might not see for a very long time.