When words become unclear, I shal l focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shal l be content with si lence.

Ansel Adams

p h o t o g r a p h y

butterflies of the air

the red jumpsuit hit an all time low at the mayday parade

it’ll be you and me up in the trees

forever the sickest disco at valdosta

id burn the city down to show you the lights

p h o t o g r a p h y

t h e r e d j u m p s u i t h i t a n a l l t i m e l o w a t t h e m a y d a y p a r a d e

i will never let you fall

lipstick lullabies

have you seen this girl?

who could deny these butterflies?

another night, another dream

i would stumble across the key

or break down the door to your heart

i t ’ l l b e y o u a n d m e i n t h e t r e e s

feel you shining through

combination for disaster

swimming for anwers

b u t t e r f l i e s i n t h e s k y

feileacan

kipepeo

borboleta

papilion

mariposa

i ’ d b u r n t h e c i t y d o w n t o s h o w y o u t h e l i g h t

i’ve been locked up in your heartshaped box for weeks

sing it like you’re screaming at me

i’m not just some boy that you can sway

persistance, resistance, one man ca make a difference

hello, hello, hello, how low

‘’til everyone is singing

f o r e v e r t h e s i c k e s t d i s c o a t v a l d o s t a

amber lynn

jamie al l over

kids in love

your song

terrible things

ocean and atlantic