Driving up towards the nearest mountain roads near me, I noticed i recognized a photographer that I had met years back when I'd regularly attend car meets. Funny how things just kind of happen sometimes.

Colors Change, But It's All the Same

Ever since I was a kid, i've wanted to sit behind the wheel and drive a Dodge Viper. There was a rental place next to a boomers that had one out in front. I'd stare in awe as we passed by it everyday.

How passively beautiful you are.

Odd little ones

Merely waiting My soul ponders Mostly frustrating Moving under, Memoirs of fishing Motivated by wonder My heart it does sting it's the Movement that plunders.

Why is it that we see a very specific narrative being thrust upon the students of America? Are these the facts, or are they trying to convince us of something?

This is what American Universities are teaching students today. What are your thoughts on this publicly posted message in the Fresno State Sociology class? Is this indoctrination or truth? Why?

About 2 miles up the trail facing South. This picture i hold very dearly, it was the first time my girlfriend and I were able to take a road trip, so it was decided that it would be for a concert to celebrate

Back in early 2013 I was a student at Reedley College, taking a journalism fundamentals class. Nearing the end of the semester it was my turn to do an opinion piece. At that time the Anita Sarkeesian thing

This was drawn in artrage with some watercolor pens. Upvote and resteem if you love Link!

How big is her world?

Sometimes, we must stop and stare in order to truly realize what we are.

Hello, i happened upon this post on steemit and i really enjoyed the poem enough to add chords and a melody to it. I hope more people hear these words because they're some pretty good words if you ask

If we were able to have a tangible representation of our lives and the decisions we have made in them then it might look something like footsteps in the snow. Each step taken is a decision, 1 or 0, yes

This was taken in 2012.

How often do we allow our actions to be controlled by our fears? Where is the line that defines whether our ideas are rooted in a foundation of emotion or reason?

I remember this day as if it were yesterday - as cliche as that line is. This day was one which was filled with both fear and hope. I stopped here on the way back from my surgery assessment for an RPLND