My conversation with a friend tonight inspired this. So before you begin reading, follow @theself.love.diet
or you're not allowed to continue. The trees are how I learned to take photos. Photography is how I lost weight. Weight loss is how I learned to battle my demons rather than just succumb to them. There's something to be said about a person who puts aside 3 years of his life to a cause that he doesn't know will amount to anything in the end. I lost 100 pounds. Very few men will ever know the fight that has to be waged to succeed in losing 100 pounds. People talk about a weight loss journey. My journey was a war. My body, my mind, my brain, my greatest tool I have, fought me every step of the way. My bipolar disorder got worse in that time. I had to increase medication that makes you gain weight. I failed constantly. But I grinded that out for 3 years. And here I am. There is something masculine about my struggle. Something primal. It forces you to confront your biggest insecurities and in the end it tears you down to your most vulnerable form and you have to build yourself up from there. Nature is earth's most vulnerable form and you find out what you truly are when you walk through the trees, alone, with your camera around your neck, asking it to give you something to shoot. So here I was, at Pickle Springs Missouri, October 2015. 60 pounds lost at that point, and I saw this trail. I took out my new wide angle lens and I took an HDR shot of it. And it turned out like... this. Don't tell me there's no beauty in struggle. I intend on losing 50 more pounds and the thing about me is that I don't quit. I'll spend another 3 years if I have to.