Celina Orange

I showed up to another football game last night to see hunters forging their way into a high school stadium. After a second look, I realize that the orange is really the school color of Celina High School. This, I gotta say, has to be the best color a school could pick. Just orange. I set out to find a set of images not action related.

Neuro-Linguistic Programming

I took a portrait of this cool dude named Robert Hafer. After a short while of photographing we got around to chatting. Robert teaches people how to be successful using NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming.) I am usually skeptical of such "self-help" psychology programs. This was no exception. After hearing a little from Robert, I started to understand that this wasn't really a self-help program but rather an understanding of the ways words can be used to relate to life. We, as humans, take in senses in many ways. Obviously, there is no way to be conscious of all experiences at once. NLP, it appears, teaches you to recognize the way words play off experience and opens scenarios to use words for personal success through personal behavior. If more people stopped and consciously payed attention the ability to shape communication through words, human interactions would probably meet its potential.

I have to look more into NLP before truly placing it above the many self-help programs created or discovered primarily as a money makers. But it sounds convincing so far.

Copper Canyon Online

I am pleased to show off a new slide show of mine on the NY Times. What's more exciting is I pitched the story and was able to land the gig.

Check it out here.

The trip was great. You should go.

I Likes v.4

The Prize

I never won the prize. Not that I was too far off. I was liked. Not the most popular by any means, but certainly approachable. The prize wasn't even the goal. I had my group and we more or less turned our noses to the distinction. Truthfully, I don't think I was at the game and thus missed the parade.

I can imagine the joy (or embarrassment) of getting the crown. Depending on your level of ego it can make or break the season. It can be redemption or repetition, a full-filled expectation or a forgotten moment.

Homecoming. A tradition. While my date's name has slipped my mind, the memory of the dance still sits somewhere in my mind. It was not the missed prize I remember, but rather it is the moment of life that remains in my memory.