What keeps me breathing

I have a fascination with eyes. All the different shapes and colors and the feelings reflected within them. The light was just perfect so I went to try and get a few good eye shots. As I opened the back door, it closed right back again. Without any help from me. It was crazy windy out and I thought this picture was ruined by the wind blowing my hair around but it ended up pretty cool. It seems sort of mysterious and dramatic. Maybe that's just me. Oh well, I like it.

Flags at rest. Texas welcome center.

Somewhere on Fort Bliss, El Paso, TX.

When I was younger, my grandmother told me that once you can read, there's nothing in the world you can't learn.  Let me tell you, the woman knew what she was talkin' about. The moment I picked up a book on my own, I knew I had discovered something special.  Reading became a way for me experience things I couldn't in actuality.  I wasn't able to ride horses, so I soaked up as much written information about them as I could. (The Phantom Stallion series was my very favorite, still is).  I lived in land-locked Colorado, so I devoured tales of the sea.  I've never truly been in love, so I wanted to know about it in all its many forms. I was instantly transported into every different type of world imaginable just by picking a book.  They were my escape when my real life became too much to handle.  When I couldn't sleep, I'd imagine I was in whatever book I was reading at the time, adding things here and there.  I've always brought books with me wher...

You know that magical hour, just before twilight, as the sun is about to set?  Everything is drenched in golden light, and you know that right then, at that moment nothing could steal this feeling of contentment, this rightness. It's as close to perfect as you can get. This was one of those moments.

The sky is on fire. It was more brilliant than a picture could ever show. Man, I love sunsets.