Free write November 28th, 2014.

With every inch of my being I ignore the coldness of the water
One foot in
Thoughts of doubt begin to plague my mind
Goose bumps quickly find their way to the surface of my skin
Knee deep in still waters
Anxiety brings about shakes the mind cannot seem to control
Sporadic breathing sets in as my core begins to tighten
It’s like my chest is beginning to cave in
Removing myself at this point will do more harm than good
Deep breaths fill my diaphragm
As the surface kisses my collar bone the pressure becomes comforting
Salvation is near
As the wind slips past the nape of my neck
I submerge without thought
Sun rays greet me as I flow freely
This is home now
Here is where I belong

Free write November 19th 2014.

Sometimes I wonder what it is I truly desire to see as a photographer.
Do I shoot because I can or do I shoot because it is truly my passion?
I think I am more intrigued by the creation process than I am the finished product.
I am told I have an eye, but for some reason I cannot pinpoint my very own style.
I find myself focused on the technical aspects so much now I have lost sight of how glorious the human body truly is. The small hairs that grows so subtly out of every single pore spread across our delicate skin.
Composition, lighting, color.
What about me the meaning behind the image?
The intensity I breath should be felt in every image.
Why do I create?
Apparently to express my feelings.
But why do my feelings feel so lackluster?
Seems like only words can truly paint a picture of my devine being.

I think my images display my deepest insecurities.
I come alive through those I capture.
I have no flaws when I am shooting because through my eyes they are perfect.
I guess that’s why I often love the images they don’t particularly care for.
I appreciate the raw.
Maybe because I live my life in its most rawest form.
Unpainted nails and toes most men would snarl at.
Dirty sneakers and uncombed hair with my truest face always revealed to the world.

Cassia Cinnamon

Cassia Cinnamon covers Drunk in Love

Cinematography by Rocko Seymour

Directed and Edited by Tee ShotMe

My first time ever doing something like this. Not sure how amped I’d be to do one again of this caliber. But regardless it was an amazing project and an amazing day with wonderful people. Let me know what you guys think!

Uncertainty

Walking in a state of doubt can be toxic

Fears favorite assailant, uncertainty

Chest pains as grotesque thoughts of failure tip toe across our feeble minds

Death just seems so much easier than life

Living in a state of uncertainty

Curiosity peeks as small visions confirm our light

Although darkness is truly all we desire

Stomach tied in knots as we process every single moment of what could be

That does not have to be

Giving life to ill situations with our thoughts

Uncertainty has so much room to grow

Living in a state of uncertainty

Surrendering myself to the plan of my creator

But the poison still flows

Testing faith

Breaking down and diminishing any solid foundation

Ignorance can be more powerful than omniscience

Because knowing is just so much better than uncertainty

Living in a state of uncertainty