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Writing, Photography, And My Life With Amelia
As I sit here, my fingers poised over the keyboard, I can’t help but feel a wave of exhilaration mixed with a hint of disbelief. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that is entirely dedicated to my deepest passions: writing, photography, and my beautiful relationship with Amelia. For years, I found myself juggling the demands of a conventional career with my innate desire to create. My days were filled with tasks and responsibilities that, while vitally important, didn’t ignite the spark within me. Each evening, as I sat down to write or sifted through photos from my latest adventure, I felt a surge of…
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All Alone
My farm is more than just a piece of land; it’s my sanctuary, a place where time gently pauses, inviting me to savor the pure, unadorned beauty of life. The evergreen, all alone and cloaked in its vibrant shades of green, serves as a symbol of hope and rebirth. It reminds me that even in the coldest grip of winter, life perseveres, patiently awaiting the soft, renewing promise of spring.
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Driver 8
This is my New York City, cloaked in monochrome mystery, a tableau of progress and pause, where every heartbeat is a verse, and every moment, a line in our collective poem. Here, I am a thread in the fabric, a note in the melody, a drop in the river that flows to tomorrow’s sea. January 2024
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Lovers In A Restaurant Window
The night can hold its breath, the city can pause in its endless dance; it matters not. For here they are, two lovers in a restaurant window, a piece of New York City’s heart, beating quietly, fervently, just for them. January 2024
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Bank And Waverly
An orange window, a single square of warmth, offers a silent story of the lives intertwined within these historical walls. And there, the world seems to pause, the usual cadence of cabs and chatter giving way to a more reflective tune. I stand, a silent observer, my breath fogging the glass, a part of the city, yet apart from it, wrapped in the solace of a snow-gilded morning at the corner of Bank Street and Waverly Place. January 2024
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The Bittersweet Feelings Of Letting Go
As I stand at the threshold of the house where I grew up, a flood of emotions washes over me. This quaint, familiar space, with its creaky wooden floors and sun-dappled windows, has been more than just a building; it’s been a silent witness to my life’s journey. From the echoes of laughter that danced in the hallways to the silent tears shed in the quiet of my room, every corner of this house is steeped in memories. Selling my childhood home feels like closing a cherished book filled with colorful chapters. There’s a sweet nostalgia in remembering the blissful days of childhood, the warmth of family gatherings, and the…
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2023 Was A Year of Unexpected Expenses And Disappointments
As I sit here reflecting on the past year, I can’t help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief. 2023 was supposed to be a year of new beginnings and upgrades. It turned into a series of unfortunate events and costly disappointments. I want to share our story, not for sympathy, but as a cautionary tale about the unpredictability of life, and the importance of perseverance and determination. The Kubota Tractor Debacle Our journey into 2023’s financial abyss began with our Kubota tractor. We live on a small farm, and that tractor was supposed to be the backbone of our daily operations. Purchased brand new, we had high hopes…
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We Simplify Our Journey To Make It Understandable
As I sit here this January, I can’t help but think about the past ten years. It’s incredible to consider how much time has passed and how far I’ve come. Ten years, a whole decade, feels like a lifetime in human years. It’s long enough to transform completely, to shed skins and emerge anew. But it’s also just enough time to realize how quickly moments can blend into one another, how easily the days can slip through our fingers like grains of sand. Ten years ago, I was a very different person. I was at the south end of my career, feeling stagnated and unfulfilled. Professionally, I had hit a…
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It All Started With A Pair Of Converse Shoes
I have been holding back from saying these things for far too long. It’s been a lifetime of silence, of conforming to society’s expectations, and of suppressing my true self. But this new year, I’ve made a resolution, a declaration of independence, if you will. This new year, I’m going to say, “fuck the world.” It’s been a rollercoaster ride of self-discovery, acceptance, and self-love. It’s taken years to muster the courage to fully embrace my identity, and now, I’m going all in. I am going to start demanding that people use She/Her pronouns with me from now on. There will be no exception. My name is Thomas, and I’ve…
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Watching Trains At Howe Center, Rutland, Vermont
This afternoon, my wife, Amelia suggested that I go take pictures of trains. Today, I decided to embrace that idea of watching trains at The Howe Center in Rutland, Vermont, and captured GMTX 2687. Living in Vermont, I’ve always been fascinated by the rustic charm and historical significance that intertwines with modern life here. There’s a certain allure to the old-world meeting the new. What better place to capture pictures of trains than at the Howe Center in Rutland, Vermont? I’ve talked about this place for ages, captivated by stories and the rich history it holds, yet, for some reason, I never visited. So, I grabbed my camera, a Leica…
