Like a moth to a flame. It can be so hard to stop constantly thinking, questioning, and feeling. But I like to think – rather, I live to think, that those urges and passions – the same ones that fuel the deepest pains and heartaches, are also most capable of sharing light and truth. The test I guess, is to see how long one can endure standing in a tunnel of darkness with what feels like a single candle in hopes of sparking the hearts and minds of others. Burn, baby burn.

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist. -Albert Einstein

I returned from my first international business trip a few days ago. It went nothing like I expected, which isn’t necessarily negative. I have many gorgeous “professional” photos I took on my rare few hours of sightseeing before all hell broke loose, but until life resumes to normal (approximately 2 weeks from now), these rare blackberry photos will serve as my proof of visitation. I’ve never been so busy that I couldn’t take pictures for or of myself on a trip. This one is literally the only specimen…and it’s just of me in a Marriott. I promise a better reflection to come.

Monday Morning in London.

Big Bus Tour, London, UK