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An Escape to the Lake

A week ago, my dad and I drove up to Lake Geneva for a four day Under the Radar music conference. And it was marvelous. Talk about fantastic music. Seriously, good stuff. But there was more than just concerts. During the daytime there were break out sessions like listening in on an interview, Q&A’s with different artists, song writing seminars and so on.

I actually got to have the opportunity to have a one on one hour talk with an award- winning song writer Nicole Witt about my songs. That was a little freaky. It wasn’t only an amateur talking with the pro. I just don’t like sharing my songs with people. At all. People say to write about what you know, and so I do. But that makes it personal. And I express things through songs that I wouldn’t dream of ever telling someone, so it’s kind of an inward look into the part of me that I don’t show. Not that it’s a bad or secretive part, but we all have memories or feelings or thoughts what we keep inside. So anyway, thanks to my dad’s pushing, I sang one of my songs for Nicole and showed her some other lyrics of mine. I’m glad I did it. Feedback is amazing especially when it’s good.

I also got to hang out with one of my favorite bands again. Yes, it is The Vespers. I got to have pizza and chat with them one day. And I got a pretty fantastic photo with them. Just wait for it.

It was really kicky getting to know all the artists over the weekend. Guests and musicians both stayed at Conference Point, which is a campground. Needless to say, we all saw a lot of each other. There was a real sense of community that I haven’t felt since I was in the Ger District of Mongolia. It’s great to make memories, but it’s also great to be reminded of the good ones.

And what makes great memories? The people. There were some cool peeps there from other teens to the artiests to retired piano teachers to little six year olds with gaps in their teeth.

I know, it’s incredible, but I actually made friends with a six year old, Lanie. Normally, I don’t know what to say or do and I’m just plain awkward and no fun around kids. But not this time! Lanie heard me singing on the back porch the first day and would peep around the corner to watch me and then shoot her head back as soon as I looked up. During the concert on the second day while the musicians were changing over the stage, she ran up with a huge inquisitive smile on her face and said, “You should sing.”

I said, “Now?” Thinking, what on earth do I say to this girl?

She replied, “Sure. Or whenever.”

“How about tomorrow morning you and I sing together?” I said, still unsure.

Now it was her time to be a bit nervous, “Me? Sing with you? But…”

“Please?” looking slightly disappointed.

She said okay still smiling. She sat with me for the rest of the concert. During the next change over of artist she said, looking at her bare feet, “I only have four toes.”

I looked down startled (that’s not something that usually comes up in conversation) and sure enough Lanie only had four toes. Thinking that I need to keep this girl from being insecure I said probably too fast, “That’s cool. It means that you’re unique.”

She looked up quite pleased and surprised me again by saying, “I know. I like being unique.”

It was then I knew Lanie and I were soul mates.

Another person that I met was Nick Flora. He’s one of the artists, and let me describe him by something he said while telling someone about a joint where he plays, “You know, it’s a totally hipster place. People just go there, drink their lattes, smoke their pipes, grow their pretentious beards.” Yup, that’s Nick for ya.

I think the only other topic worth writing about unless I want to turn this into a book would be the fact that everyone mistakes me for a twenty year old. I don’t get it. I don’t look that old nor do I try to act that old. But if people want to mark me as twenty, who am I to argue with them? It’s only when people ask if I’m married that I set the record straight. Oh, and I also got asked if I was in one of the bands quite a bit.

Anyway, as usual, here is a plethora of pictures of the trip to browse through.

 

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Independence Celebration

It’s that time of the year. The time for fireworks! It’s that time when we lay outside looking up at the array of falling lights and listening to the ground shaking bangs and booms. I love fireworks. They never cease to amaze me.

This year, my neighborhood fireworks show was even better than years previously because of the joy that a good coterie can bring. It was an incredible night.

It took many trips to and from the house to get all the necessities to watch the fireworks (i.e. blankets, tarp, music), which only added to the comedy of the whole thing.

The fireworks themselves didn’t disappoint, but we still felt the need to commentate, rate, and name them. There was a very fantastic “hipster” firework.

After the show, we all danced to classic Frank Sinatra and smooth Michael Bublé because what’s a good time without dancing? I’ve actually been able to dance lindy-hop with several people since they have learned. It makes me happy. Then late night walks over bridges, throwing pebbles in the pond, and — at home —  cheese cake, tea, and Psych waiting for us. All in all, a fine night.

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Farther Along

Farther along we’ll know all about it/Farther along we’ll understand why 
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine/We’ll understand this, all by and by  

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Tempted and tried, I wondered why/The good man died, the bad man thrives  
And Jesus cries because he loves em’ both/We’re all cast-aways in need of ropes 
Hangin’ on by the last threads of our hope/In a house of mirrors full of smoke
Confusing illusions I’ve seen 

Where did I go wrong, I sang along/To every chorus of the song 
That the devil wrote like a piper at the gates/Leading mice and men down to their fates 
But some will courageously escape/The seductive voice with a heart of faith 
While walkin’ that line back home 

So much more to life than we’ve been told/It’s full of beauty that will unfold 
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son/That deadweight burden weighs a ton 
Go down into the river and let it run/And wash away all the things you’ve done 
Forgiveness alright 

Chorus 

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Still I get hard pressed on every side/Between the rock and a compromise  
Like the truth and pack of lies fightin’ for my soul/And I’ve got no place left go
Cause I got changed by what I’ve been shown/More glory than the world has known
Keeps me ramblin’ on 

Skipping like a calf loosed from its stall/I’m free to love once and for all 
And even when I fall I’ll get back up/For the joy that overflows my cup
Heaven filled me with more than enough/Broke down my levee and my bluff 
Let the flood wash me 

And one day when the sky rolls back on us/Some rejoice and the others fuss 
Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess/That the son of god is forever blessed 
His is the kingdom, we’re the guests/So put your voice up to the test 
Sing Lord, come soon 

Chorus

-Josh Garrels

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A little while ago, I was confused. Really confused about everything. I didn’t understand what was going on in my life or why it was happening and I was questioning the person I was becoming. About that time, I was introduced to Josh Garrels a wonderful artist and
I listened to this song.

What relief. I listened to this song a lot. I made it my prayer. While I was on my vacation I was talking to God. Okay, I was complaining to him and spilling out all my worry and asking him what to do. I had an idea of what I needed to do, but I was scared of doing it.
He told me to take that leap of faith and everything would be okay.

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But that wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted to know if I would be happy. Again I heard Him telling me that if I took that leap of faith everything would be perfect. Alright, Lord,
I promised I would do it, scared that I was.

I do lots of plays and sing in front of people a lot and I don’t really get nervous, but let me tell you, I had major butterflies while taking that leap. I was shaking; I could barely walk.
But I jumped. And God is so faithful.

Everything got better. Literally everything like my relationship with my parents and my sister. I was way happier. I got motivated. I don’t worry anymore. I trust God a lot more.
And the confusion is gone.

Directions

Madison, I love it. If you’ve never been to Main St., you’re missing out. Coffee shops, boutiques, stores, thrift shops, a gelato ice cream parlor, and even a high end hat store. I recently went again with the mother, my brother and cousins. And what a marvelous time we had! Smiles around.

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But what I really like about Madison is the feeling it gives me. I can walk the streets aimlessly with my head high. I can decide what road  to take and feel independent — like I’m in control at least for a little while of the direction my life will take.

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I know it’s just a feeling, but it’s a good one.

Granola Vacation

That’s right. Granola vacation. Canyoneering, rock climbing, rappelling, hiking, horseback riding, wading, and whitewater rafting — all in one week. Cuts, bruises, scrapes, sunburns, pulled muscles, sweat, shivers and sore feet — in seven days. And definitely one of my favorite vacations.

 

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