April 14th: 11:59 PM.

Nothing is set in stone.

This life emulates a fragile flower.

Its petals weak and vulnerable;

Just as the actual existence of the human race.

Raw, exposed, and shaken - the fragility that is this life.

Poetry sometimes just spills out of my mind like blood from an unexpected wound. When the red water comes I only focus on where I can write it all down. I have always been like this. A writer. Someone to inspire, to create, and be apart of something with passion and feeling. Same goes for my photography. I remember all I ever wanted for holiday was a camera. From breaking to having camera stolen, my list never ends. That always is what set me back from moving forward in my photography. With no means to purchase a new camera in a poor family growing up, I got saddled with writing; and how it was not a shameful thing. I most definitely enjoy being able to express myself by means of any and all mediums I choose. I just wish that they would count for something. No, not necessarily dollars and cents, like all of America is worried about. However, I want to share my art, my story, and my passions. I want to see places, meet people of different cultures, experience different cuisines, worship all over this blue planet with all walks of religion - I want to decide for me how I am going to live my next 70 - hopefully plus - years. The idea that we are not infinite. We will die. We are not invincible and there is so much - in my life at this age - yet to see! I have so much passion that I don't share, so much zealous adventures that only exist on paper, when the red water comes out. The idea of my epic search for harmony and inner peace comes along with the captivating realization that today, and only today, is the day to start living your dreams. Because although, especially at this age, we like to think so..we are not infinite. Our time does run out. We might not get a redo. This could be our one life. (which in my humble opinion is the case) So living for yourself and those your love and living for today are the most important things to remember in this life. Passion & inspiration & hopes & dreams & ambition & peace & beauty - my serenity.

© Photography by Alison

photo by: © Maunie Baysal

Photography and such.

Photography by Alison is my passion, my pride, and even my joy. When it comes to my passions, they are many; however, nothing surpasses my love for photography. I had an engagement session today with a lovely couple. I then took some nature photos as my mom and I took a stroll around the lake at Wheeling Park, even though her ankle is broken. I wish I told her more how much these little things mean to me, especially during my time of need and great sorrow, at times.

Many days have gone by that I don't have a camera in hand. Other days I'm using my cell phone like it is attached to me to photograph every meal or every cat stretch like it's history in the making. Documenting our lives is one of the most important things I believe. Whether it is in a leather bound journal with a pencil and eraser or on an online blog with photographs; it still is unforgettable. Memories are way too precious to forget. I wish that I could write more. To your average person (better not say average American, because a lot of them don't write, or read for that matter) -- but an ordinary individual would say that I write a lot in fact. I feel as though it has been a fortnight and then some. Writing has become another passion released within me, especially through the storm that I have endured. 

 © Photography by Alison