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I Don’t Need A Camera When You’re In My Eyes

September is one of those months that can’t seem to make up its mind. Summer isn’t really gone yet, fall isn’t really here, and depending on what time you walk outside you could probably make an argument for either one. I’m perfectly fine with that because I’m not in any particular hurry to say goodbye to summer. Fall will get here, it always does, followed entirely too quickly by winter, and I’ll have plenty of time to complain about that when I’m standing in virtual snow trying to put together another Christmas photo. For now, I’m hanging onto the warm weather for a little longer, and FOXCITY gave me a pretty good place to do it.

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Must’ve Done Something Good In Another Life

There is something kind of wild about realizing this is the fourth birthday of Mackenzie’s that I have gotten to celebrate with her. I actually had to sit with that number for a second because it doesn’t feel like it should already be four, even as I have enough pictures, posts, and memories sitting around this blog to prove that it absolutely is.

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All The Lies Must Be Bitter On Your Tongue

Sometimes losing your place in something you helped build leaves you trying to separate what belonged to it from what still belongs to you.

SCATTERBRAIN’s BITTER got me thinking about Brian Burkheiser, his account of how his time with I Prevail ended, what he’s creating now and what it means to finally tell your own side of a story. The open gates, darkness and light became my way of bringing all of that into the photo.

You can still be angry. You can even be a little BITTER. Just don’t stop building whatever comes next.

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I Owned Every Second That This World Could Give

I shot the entire thing in black and white. Not because Mono needed it and not because I wanted it to feel dramatic. I did it because the more I looked at the image, the more color started feeling unnecessary. Removing it changed the way I looked at everything. Instead of focusing solely on the styling or the environment itself, I started noticing the shapes. The lighting. The reflections. The way the scene felt instead of what it looked like.

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Hold On Tight, The Sun Is Gonna Rise

What stands out to me about the white stripe is not just what it represents, but where it sits. Right in the center. Not at the beginning. Not at the end. At the heart of the flag. There’s something meaningful about that placement. The design doesn’t place people who are transitioning, intersex, or non-binary identities at the edges as an exception or an afterthought. Instead, every stripe mirrors around that center point. The white stripe becomes part of the foundation. A reminder that identity has never been as rigid or as simple as people sometimes want it to be.

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