Tag: Travels

Fire Pit | Baltimore

I’ve been really slacking on the personal posts lately. I find that I haven’t been taking my camera around with me much, as of late. My weekends have been fun but crazy. 17 September, I saw Inquisition play at the Orpheum. I ended up getting a little more drunk than I wanted and wish I had been more present for the show; according to my insanely sore neck the following day I had a blast! Then I caught Venom, Inc at the end of the month.

The following weekend, Eli and Chloe threw birthday parties for Adam and Jenn, who’s birthdays were a week apart. They did a fire pit in the backyard and burned most of the debris from the hurricane. It was a fuckload of fun.

The first week of October, I was forced to use the rest of my vacation time; I took a trip up north to Baltimore to visit some friends. Checked out a dark wave/goth night, drank, and mostly relaxed. Unfortunately, I missed Stephen’s birthday, but I didn’t want to risk spending my time off cooped up in my apartment.

I went to see Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter this past Friday with Stephen, and then crashed a house party afterwards. I’m still recovering from those shenanigans! This coming weekend, Stephen and I are going to see Demons play at Tampa Theatre, part of the birthday present I got him. Afterwards, his band is playing at a storage unit in Tampa. Should be another insane weekend!

 

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Rewind, March 2012: Pennsylvania | Grandfather’s Wake

Considering I’ve lost so many memories with my previous journal going to shit, I’ve decided I’ll do some throwback updates of older photoshoots, book reviews, travels, etc. I actually had this one planned to post in my old journal before it went down.

This was back in March of 2012, I went back home to Pennsylvania to visit family while attending my grandfather’s funeral. This is my mother’s father. I wasn’t terribly close to my grandfather but I do remember the times I would visit, he’d help me set up little traps in his backyard to capture chipmunks. I’d feed them walnuts and then let them go afterward, just catching them was the challenge. Most of the time I spent there was with my cousins playing wiffle ball, catching lightening bugs, or generally getting up to no good. My grandmother would always be cooking some Hungarian dish or another; she was always cooking!

My grandfather worked the mines when he was younger and as a result contracted coal workers’ pneumoconiosis, better known as black lung which would eventually kill him. My grandmother came over to America during the war; her parents were killed, she fled, got on a boat and never saw the rest of her siblings again. It was around this time my grandfather met her. She never liked talking about her past, so it’s always been a mystery knowing exactly where she was from. She spoke eight languages and never lost her deep European accent. She always made me giggle when she said “little”, she’d always pronounce it “Lit-Lee”. She died from Merkle cell carcinoma, a very rare skin cancer associated with immunosuppression and UV exposure. She was beautiful, they both were.

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