Our wonderful friend Brenna took this picture. When she sent it to me, she said that she didn't know if I could use it because of the grain and blur.
But I like it.
There is something about this picture that, I believe, is beautifully fitting for my music and artistic endeavors as a whole.
I think of my favorite memories growing up— running around our neighborhood barefoot, dirt clod wars in grandpas new barn, riding our bikes all over town, taking shortcuts through the woods— they're dirty, blurry, and sunburnt.
Much of what I aim to capture as an artist, are those highs and lows our memories just can't seem to keep clear— when emotions ran too hot or too cold and we were left with a grainy blurry picture left over.
But, that picture gives us something; it brings back a feeling; challenges us to look back on both joy and sadness; it tests our ability to forgive, or our trust that, though better days may be behind us, they are ahead of us as well.
For me, it's hard to look back and see things without the grain. Sometimes my memory only projects images of black and white. Just the same, when I imagine the future, it's a little blurry. I can't help it. But I think that maybe, it's the way life is supposed to be.