JadenCrow94

There was an old house down on Jackson St. The door was navy blue, and the shutters were just a few shades lighter. The house used to be a brilliant white, and now it's a worn shade of off white. A newly wed couple moved in about 50 years past. Their children were born in that house, Grew up and moved out. Everything seemed like it was changing really fast. It seemed like yesterday when they first moved in. There on the front porch, sat an old lady. Her name was Julia Kingsford. When her and her husband first moved in, they brought love into that house. For many years to follow they only brought love into that house. As Julia sat there, she

I walked through the thick woods, looking for the perfect lighting, for the perfect picture. I crawled under thick fallen trees, and carefully walked through the brush that mangled at my feet. The sun was setting and the night air seemed to nip at my bare skin. Just as the sun started to fade away with it's glorious light, I saw it. The perfect place. It was an opening through the trees. The trees seemed to bend and grow in tangles, the brush was at bay. In the center of the opening grew a tree, old, great and beautiful. It stood with great power and wisdom. At the trees base was a small stream, wide enough to lay in. The lighting w

One can have more than just one passion. Passion can't be an object. Passion is a feeling, an emotion, something that makes you really happy, something you can do better than anyone you know. No matter what your passion is, it's a part of you. This passion makes you who you are. My passion. My passion is Photography. The way the sun rays light up any dark shadow, shows Hope. The way I capture the trees dancing when they seem still, shows Imagination. They way I can capture the flowers singing, brings Joy. They way the mountains seem to stand there ground, shows strength. Looking all around you, anything you see can be brought to li