I might not look like it at first glance, but you could aptly describe me as a pretty boy. I don't do a whole lot to get my hands dirty. As a teenager, my gag reflex for anything gross was incredibly high and it has carried over into my adult life. Doing hair for years didn't exactly dispel the notion that I was a pretty boy either. In the last year, I've had to stop doing hair because of issues with my back and shoulders. In its place, I've taken up photography as my only source of income, which has been an incredibly fulfilling new challenge, despite the fact that work is always a challenge to come by. It makes me appreciate the jobs that I do get and in some ways, it keeps me aware that complacency is never an option. I have to hustle. I have to get on the grind. I've got to get down and dirty.
In order for me to get the kinds of angles that I want for photographs, I have to make moves with my own two feet. I don't shoot with zoom lenses, so everything that is at my disposal for photography is aided by my own two feet to zoom, my height to find the angle, and my eyes to compose the shot. Because I'm already 6'4", I shoot down on just about everyone, unless I'm willing to get low. Getting low a lot of times, means getting dirty. Hands, stomach, chest, legs. By the end of a shoot, I'm ready to shower and do laundry.
As a metaphor for life itself, I've had to work on getting dirty as well. In order to work on getting the right angle on my struggles, I've got to get low. There's heavy lifting, my hands are going to get roughed up, and I am going to look down at my shirt and see a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing gets fixed by keeping your shirt clean. My life is not going to get any better if I don't put in the effort. The most intriguing angles for my photographs don't happen if all I do is stand there and shoot. I've got to get dirty before I can ever get clean. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 65.