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Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
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We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
We stole this place for ourselves, made it ours—and if only for minutes, it felt like home.
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Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
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