Open your mouth in the rain.

I just noticed on my google advertisement, in the last few months, that it has been shown about a quarter of a million times (255,000). On facebook about 60,000. That means alot of people have gone to my site. That's a good thing.

Memories

Last summer I went to the Coachella Valley Music Festival. It was a three day concert in Palm Springs. Some of the bands that played were Nickel Creek, Stephen Marley, Tom Morello, Willey Nelson, The Roots, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and of course, after seven years of retirement, Rage Against the Machine. Another band that was invited to play was Crowded House, the band that plays the song you hear right now. I remember this band particularly because they played right before Rage Against the Machine. Now imagine for a moment, over 50,000 people who, for the last seven years, have been waiting to see Rage once again, having to wait through a band like this. I think the noise of the crowd chanting "RAGE, RAGE" drowned out the music from Crowded House. As they played "Don't Dream it's Over", someone from the front row threw a full opened water bottle and hit the lead singer right in the chest. He was so mad that he made the band stop playing and made the crowd sing the rest of the song. Hilarious. The lead singer reassured us that Rage would be out soon and they quickly finished their set before something more damaging might have come from the ferociously anxious crowd. Words can't describe the noise and energy that followed for the next two hours as one of my favorite bands played all of my favorite songs.

Self Portrait

This was a quick shot a classmate took for a photoshop class project. I look a little like a serial killer, but she did a pretty dang good job with the picture. I did help a little. When I look at this picture, I'm reminded of a classic quote from none other than Dwight Schrute - "I feel like it's staring into my soul".

A Weekend in Paradise

I flew home to Eureka for the weekend. I haven't seen Rachel for at least two years. I am so glad we got to spend some quality time together. Sunday, I will go back to Utah and she will begin her journey back to Iraq. It is so easy to let time get away from you. You have to see your family, even more than you think you have time to.
Rachel got a new camera and I have been showing her alot about how to use photoshop. Rachel took this picture of me at Moonstone beach, one of my favorite places in the world.
The sets would drop out about 100 yards, then come crashing back in every few minutes. Between sets, everyone ran to the cave and climb up on the rocks before the next set came in and closed it off. The tide was going out so we weren't too worried, plus the way out was only blocked by about 8 inches deep of water.
Driftwood. Just holding it sets me off into a thick sea of nostalgic memories of growing up in this amazing place.

Taller

President Hinckley was the prophet during the time in my life that I feel I experienced the most spiritual growth. His signature marks the letter that sent me to Mozambique, where I had the most amazing experiences of my life. I attended three general conference sessions in person where I felt his presence in person. President Hinckley has always been an amazing example to me. Whenever I hear or read the things he teaches, it makes me want so bad to be the kind of man that he was.

New Update

A fellow photographer told me that one of his best selling points on his website is his bio (a short section talking bout himself as a photographer). I played around in photoshop and wrote up this short bio of myself. The bio will also be featured on a local photographer's website who has alot more traffic than I do.

www.jaredmedley.com/About.html

Good Day

Me and Sean went to brighton today and had boarded snow I never knew existed. The powder was waist deep all day. While we were riding the lift, Sean noticed that goose down was flying around us, then we found this tear on the back of my jacket. One of the many twigs and branches that brushed me as I was boarding must have been a little stiffer than I thought. Sorry Sarah