On The Edge

Living Life On the Edge.

There’s just something different about being on a cliff side, overlooking beautiful vastness. It really makes me think about how small I am compared to this world and how much unexplored and unseen creation there is out there. I believe if you’re not living out on the edge, you’re missing out on a lot of potential.


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Ambition

“A strong desire to do or to achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work.”

Ambition is one of my favorite words. Ever since I was young, I’ve always felt ambitious and felt that desire to keep climbing, learning, and excelling. To this day, I continuously have irons in the fire for ideas and always want to expand my knowledge in multiple categories. I was raised to always be determined and to work hard and those simple words I feel, have gotten me this far! I reflect on my past and I’ve seen how far I’ve come. With ambition, I’m excited to see how far I’ll go.

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Pre-Storm

It amazes me that days like this can come just hours before dark thunderous storms.  This photo was taken just two days ago on a beautiful sunny Sunday.   Quite the change from yesterday’s dark monsoon-like rains that drenched the area!  To me, each day is beautiful and each day I’m in search of that beauty!

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When it rains, it pours.

The sky darkened as I paddled harder, battling the current and winds.  Already soaked, I knew I was in for it as I saw the wall of water approaching quickly.  An unforgettable and unexplainable sound howled down the valley.  Before I knew it, I was blind and deaf by the overwhelming amount of rain that quickly swamped me.

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Abyss

Abyss

The water from the early spring flood rose above the lands and invaded the trees.  The boat landing where I first put my kayak in was under water and the fishing dock nearby was no where to be seen.  The river’s edge nearly kissed the railroad tracks and this place that was once a swamp was now simply a lake. As I maneuvered my way through the last of the trees, I found myself sailing into the abyss.

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Presence

Presence.

As the density of the forest began to disperse, I saw the shine of sheet metal in the distance. Trying to keep my footing, I made my way down the hill and across the creek.  The shed was old, beaten, and on its last leg.  As I walked closer, I saw the markings of an illegible name and an ‘03 along with other faded autographs. Was this the John Hancock and year that the previous explorer had left when they stumbled upon this shed? Who was here before I? Why were they here?  Why did other leave or not leave their mark?

I folded the knife that I planned to use to etch my name and year.  I then proceeded to cross the valley and up the hill. As I turned back and began to watch the sun set over the valley and the mysterious shed, I thought about my presence this day.  My presence, along with the others who went “un-etched” will leave no mark, no record, or history left behind for the travelers who will come next...

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Calm.

Calm.

As the sun peaked through the last of the clouds before disappearing over the hill, my kayak slowly pushed through the flat glass-like water.  The sound of spring time birds echoed through the lake valley, I heard water droplets dripping off my oar and the occasion fish jumping splash in the distance.  A slight damp breeze blew in my face and the smell of blossoming trees and flowers filled my nostrils.  All alone, my hands firm on the oar hesitant to paddle, hesitant to cast a line.  It’s calm, too calm.  I took one last deep breath soaking in God’s beautiful creations before continuing on my way.

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