The Wanderer's Sanctuary
Beneath its sheltering verdant canopy,
He made his humble resting place to be.
The generous branches nourished readily
With sunset-blushed fruits that fell freely.
Reflections by the Fire
By the flickering fire's glow, a man in contemplation sits alone,
Amidst the crackle and the warmth, a silent cabin his reflective zone.
Each log he places with care and thought, akin to nurturing love sought,
A parallel of flame to heart, where tending's art is subtly taught.
A Beacon Through the Storm
In the quiet of my room, I pen this note to you,
Across the miles that divide, my thoughts incessantly fly,
To where you stand, amid tempests, not of nature's doing,
But of life's intricate dance, challenging, yet imbuing.
How I improved my love for photography
A couple of years ago I lost almost all my drive to do anything photography related. I was burning out on photography but not from the exercise of taking the photo. There’s a soul-crushing invisibility that engulfs creatives who no longer feel truly seen.
The Path Forward is the Path Back
When I came up with this idea back in 2015, I thought I would just blog and document my journey along the way. The unfortunate reality was my career and a motorcycle accident threw the biggest wrench into my life. I never saw that one coming, but who ever does? If they do, do they just shield their eyes and embrace the upcoming impact?
Day in the Lyfe of Aaron: Part 5
Ah sleep, it’s now.... Sunday afternoon? I guess I burnt the candle too much at both ends. I roll over and see I have a message on my phone, I replied back, been sleeping uninterrupted. When it comes to being social and phones, I always opt for being social. I always put my phone on silent and I never take it out unless it blows up due to work. So, when I got to the Mel the night before and I was done sending all my texts. I put my phone on vibrate, or in this evening silent by accident.
Day in the Lyfe of Aaron: Part 4
Saturday 9pm right on schedule. I jump out of the truck and begin to change. My shirt was wet from the rain and sandals were not suitable for a night at the Melody Inn. Lo and behold the motley crew pulls up just as I finish changing. It is Jake, Travis, and Katie. The quartet is back together for yet another night of music and fun.
Day in the Lyfe of Aaron: Part 3
Now it’s about 7pm on Saturday. Radar is lighting up and storms are heading this way. My buddy swings by and picks up the chicken, just in case you forgot about the tacos that have still yet to be made. I’m wiring up my DJI Osmo action camera to the mirror mount just in case there is something interesting to record while driving. Spoiler alert: nothing to be recorded
Day in the Lyfe of Aaron: Part 2
Well, here it is, 3am on Saturday morning. I am awake and can not go back to sleep. I am tired but this list of things I must do today is now running through my over analytical brain. Screw it, I am getting up. All I must do is get through the day and make some tacos. Then I can relax next to a warm campfire and sip some whiskey and go to bed. Boy I couldn’t be much further from what was about to unfold.
Day in the Lyfe of Aaron
Thursday rolls around and, lo and behold, Robert’s camera has my new Z8 waiting for me. I've been in desperate need of this camera, and the timing is perfect to trade in my old gear to fund this acquisition. Then there's also this yard work I must tackle. To top it all off, the new gimbal is defective. Imagine my surprise when the electronics I bought from Amazon failed to function properly. This throws a wrench into my video production plans for Saturday.
Reciprocity & Resonance
In all facets of life - be it love, friendship, respect, honesty, communication, or kindness - seek these two key elements: reciprocity and resonance. If the energy you put into life or relationships isn't reciprocated or doesn't resonate with what is returned, it's like casting pearls before swine.
Surviving Burnout in the Tech Industry
As a seasoned professional in the tech industry, I've faced burnout twice. The second time feels far more severe, like the joy and creativity that once fueled my work have been bludgeoned out by years of bureaucracy and repetition. But, in the face of this burnout, I've found ways to channel my creativity and resilience. Join me as I share my personal journey and explore how to find balance amidst the challenges of this fast-paced sector.
Novel Beginnings
Recently, I embarked on a new journey - writing a book. Although I'm no stranger to putting pen to paper, with a background in crafting proposals, technical documentation, blog posts, and web content, penning a book is uncharted territory. Yet, I've always believed in my creative writing abilities.
Striking for Charity: A Hairy Bowling Adventure
On July 15th, 2023, my beard club, The Hoosier Beard Alliance, hosted an amazing tournament at Eastown Recreation in Jasper, Indiana. This charity event was the culmination of months of planning and dedication. We gathered a diverse array of teams and sponsors, all united in support of our chosen cause, Medical Mutts.
The Importance of Communication
At times, it feels akin to the image of two people, standing perilously close between two speeding trains, while a violent thunderstorm rages overhead. A scenario where effective communication seems like an impossibility.
A Tale of Two Venues
What does one do when there are two excellent musical events on the same night, at nearly the same times but at two separate venues? You go to both, at the same time! Fortunately, both venues were in very close walking distance from each other and that's exactly what a few friends and I did. To add even more spice to this precarious endeavor, one event was Punk Rock while the other was Blues.
Witnessing a Derecho in Indiana
On the sultry afternoon of June 29th, 2023, an awe-inspiring and powerful weather phenomenon known as a Derecho, a type of storm of considerable potency, unfolded its wrath across the central and southern tiers of the Hoosier State, Indiana.
I Tore It Down, and Rebuilt It
When I first conceived this project in 2015, I never could have imagined the trajectory it would take. Being here feels like an unexpected plot twist in my own story—somewhere between a Squarespace ad and a blank canvas of content. But then again, isn't it through a series of semi-destructive reinventions that we truly find ourselves? Isn't it about the rinse, lather, repeat cycle until we arrive at a destination we are happy with?