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Time is . . . a butterfly. Beautiful and captivating, on thin wings it flies as if it did not feel gravity at all. The butterflies body is held up entirely by fragile wings that are thinner than paper. It seems as if a single wind would send it tumbling to the ground yet it defies logic and flits through the air.

Time is . . . a locket. It is a meaningful and valuable trinket that represents so much. People pass it down through generations and tucked away on the inside is a photo of what is near and dear to our heart. A locket shows something that is personal and cherished.

Time is . . . a breeze. Drifting softly by with such a gentle touch, it stirs the leaves beneath it and brushes strands of hair across ones face. It comes into existence and disappears with the next breath.

Time is . . . a castle. It is beautiful and strong. The walls do not fail and the gates have not rusted. It is able to withstand all the forces of nature and man, lasting far longer than any who have resided within its walls. Centuries pass and still nothing shakes it to the ground.

The crisp morning air chills me to the bone and my fingertips have yet to be warm today. There is a blanket wrapped over my lap and the cup of tea that has long since been had fails to warm me up. The windows are shut tight and the heater does not run, all is still and quiet.

What weight are you carrying around? What is it that is weighing down heavily on your chest, keeping you up at night? For many people this weight could be stress or pain, it differs from person to person. However, there is almost always a “burden” in our life.

Six years ago today, I completed my very first fine art photoshoot that has led to an incredible journey of pursuing art. When I started creating I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing, but by simply starting I have been able to pursue a life of storytelling. In celebration of six years of photography, I wanted to share a few lessons I have learned over the years.