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I feel like I’m almost comfy using Sony and shooting on a manual lens. It has definitely been a challenge and by having this type of set up it almost feels like I’m shooting film. I’m really enjoying the process of shooting and really paying attention to what’s happening in my scene. Get out of your comfort zone and do something challenging, always shoot something different 🤘📸 #lobapixel
Part of being the best fans or cheerleaders meant making our very own pompoms. Our campers took this task very seriously throughout the week, challenging themselves with different sizes requiring more and more focus and coordination!
Si me dieran a elegir una vez más ... te elegiría sin pensarlo, es que no hay nada que pensar.. que no existe ni motivo ni razón para dudarlo ni un segundo.. es que tú has sido lo mejor que toco este corazón y que entre el cielo y tú yo me quedo contigo... si te he dado todo lo que tengo hasta quedarme en deuda conmigo mismo.. y todavía preguntan si te quiero .. tú de qué vas?! Si no hay un minuto de mi tiempo que no me pasas por el pensamiento y todavía preguntas si te quiero.. si esto no es querer entonces dime tú lo que será.. si necesito de tus besos para que pueda respirar y de tus ojos que van regalando vida y que me dejan sin salida y para que quiero salir si nunca he sido tan felIz que te prefiero más que a nada en este mundo.
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The question always hits after the gut pinch of nausea.
I see this dog, mangled with abuse, patches of fur missing; mange. A spine that just speaks pain, and eyes that literally look like the only commands they understand are one’s from Sarah Mclachlan.
Next, some dog knight comes in to save that day. And the dog is loved. And cared for. And the mange is treated, and soon after the lbs come on, that telling spine starts to smile into trust.
And the dog goes on to a family of love and the story ends.
Except for me.
For me, I always think, “how in the eff can that dog go on?”
Sure it has the love and all, but where are the endless bouts of, “this family is going to turn on me. It happened before, it’ll happen again”?
Where are that dog’s walls? Does it approach every man that’s new with a leery side eye, and an obvious indifference?
Does it atleast occasionally act out in misguided revenge? Taking a hate-dump somewhere in the house when it experiences something reminiscent of its past?
Frustratingly for me, no.
To all of the above.
It drives me crazy with confusion.
It’s waaaay easier for me to practice the art of polishing every wound. Their shine always glaring when an opportunity of someone or something new comes along.
It’s a new thing I’m trying to cultivate; dumped dog confidence: the art of being abused, and loving everything anyway. Shining up the happy memories. Finding comfort in all of the good in my life, even if it takes more work than effort to see it.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, if man’s best friend can forgive and forget, maybe I can spend more time doing both, and less time ruminating over every last person whose done me wrong (including myself.)
Adopted dogs always seem happy... and completely unafraid. And isn’t that what we’re all trying to be anyways?