I put this photo (by Brook) up here a few months ago. It’s a photo of a band called Darkroom playing at Mad Anthony’s in Warsaw. With lyrics by frontman Corey Drake, Darkroom plums the depths of faith, doubt, and age to a captivating aural background.
Darkroom’s music has become dear to me, owing greatly to the fact that Corey graduated from the same school I attend and studied the same thing I am studying. I can relate with these songs. I can identify with them and find myself in them. I have the same struggles.
“If this is confession, it’s what kept Saint Augustine wise. Asking the questions and not knowing why has kept me alive in a strange way.”
Darkroom is releasing a new CD tonight at New Horizon Community Church. They will also be playing in Fort Wayne this weekend.
Macro Photo Box
I came across this DIY photo box earlier today. I thought I would have a go at myself. Here is a list of the materials I used.
-12×12x12 cardboard box
-Parchment paper
-Duct tape
-Utility Knife
-Large sheet of drawing paper
I began by cutting out three sides of the box, like so.
Next, I covered the openings with parchment paper.
Then I put a large piece of paper in the bottom like this.
Then it was time to shoot!
This setup was thrown together at best. I probably won’t be able to use it again. But it cost nothing to make and gave me some pretty good photos. It would be very easy to make a more permanent version of this. Next time I won’t use parchment paper. No tape or adhesive that I tried stuck very well. Here are the best of the photos I took.
“They had sacrificed everything to the god of success, but it wasn’t enough. In ancient times, the deities were bloodthirsty and hard to appease. They still are.”
Timothy Keller
ἀλλάσσω
Just over 1 year ago I began to keep a journal. I was driven to journaling by a girl. Since November 20, 2008 (11-20-08, if you’re using OJD* format), I have scribbled down prayers, thoughts, songs, rants, prayers, poems, Greek forms of the definite article, prayers, and occasional notes on things. Sometimes I write in my journal every day. Other times it sits unopened between the stereo and the speaker, in a pile with rest of the books I don’t open enough.
Besides the catharsis of writing, what keeps me returning to my journal is reading. To read entries from months ago is a beautiful experience. My journal is a record of how I used to be, and how I’ve grown. God’s grace.
I suppose this blog is similar, yet quite different. While my journal is a record of who I’ve been, this blog is a record of who I’ve presented myself to be. How embarrassing. On several occasions, I’ve come very close to deleting this blog altogether. But I continue to feel the urge to present myself through this unique medium. And, as I read past entries, I can track the same development as with my journal. I’ve grown. And I’m growing. And none of these posts exist apart from the others.
So I will continue blogging, and trying to avoid using phrases like, “my blog”, “I was blogging”, or “you know, I blogged about that recently”, in conversation (I’m still not entirely ready to be that guy). And I will continue journaling.
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