Painting the sky purple.

I started painting a poster for my teacher yesterday.
While listening to my brother, my brother and me I finished the poster today.
I haven't started the work I was supposed to do,
but it's still nice to goof around with paints.
Sometimes things end up well even when you go out of order.

DAY 6 & 7

Perspective.

Everything really just relies on perspective.

Here's a tidbit I found floating around on my desktop.

"As the night sky opens, the cosmos aligned in such patterns as to tell a tale of love, loss, and desperation."


DAY 5

A season for giving.

I have a few backed up piles of photos so a few pictures a day won't hurt will it?

My favorite parts of the holidays have always been the weather, beautifully wrapped packages, and the shiny decorations. Though it has to be said that the cheery disposition that follows is always the very best part.

DAYS n/a

Growing up wasn't meant to be easy.

So maybe scraped knees and gaped teeth weren't the highlights of childhood... but they certainly were part of it. The thing to be so cherished is the innocence and pure joy that the young see in everything. The fact that children can look at the world like they've seen it for the first time and make their own explanations for the everyday, is mystifying in the sense that it comes so easy. The ability to be so happy with the simple things in life is hard to keep as you grow, and losing the rose colored lenses that keep you safe as a child is possibly the hardest part of it.

It is in fact true, though, that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, and that goes without saying for me; that as you grow you face many different obstacles, but the ones you choose to let eat away at your very being, will surely rot you to the core. If you decide to take what has happened and use it try to make a better life, in finding a way to cope with the biased and often times cruel nature of being human, things will always turn out in the end, no matter if you can see the end in sight or not.

Part of growing up means refining the finer qualities of human nature and being able to understand the world in the many aspects you might face. It takes a great mind to be able to conquer your own giants and to admit that you are flawed. It's best not to fight being human; instead enjoy the ride, because it's been given to you for a reason.

So stop, breath, and step back from life for a while.
Stop focusing on point A to point B, and enjoy the journey until the ride is over. Take from it what you will, but the rest you should never regret.

DAY 4

p.s. I can't lie, it feels mean to try to deceive you... this photo was taken 3 days ago by me, but today I was awful busy and my camera decided not to charge. Though I thought it best to at least give you something, I'll try to do better tomorrow.

We will start where everyone finished.

Today is the start of something new (for me, possibly you too)
so let us begin where it all began.

I came to a revelation today of all days.
While thinking about how the phrase "my zen is boxes"
sounded during the daily grind of a dgafing teenager,
I'd realized what a schmuck I've been for neglecting my 

a  s  p  i  r  a  t  i  o  n  s  .

So this is my proposal to end this schmuckary 
and the purpose of this blog.

I, hobophonics, am here to drop some rants on your asses.
I am here to possibly write a parody on life titled
my zen is boxes. a love story about a kid and their box.
It will be a memoir of my life.

I am also possibly here to kick-start a new concept
where every day I take pictures and load at least one
as an exercise and to have as a fun challenge/ side project.

Once in a while I may load an art project, or some excuse for not loading the daily photo, Maybe I'll doodle something and decide to share it with whoever ventures near. From time to time I may drop a link for feedback on newly recorded songs, when they happen...

But hopefully in the midst of all this I shall get things done
and have this blog looming over my head as some form of motivation.

So let us end where they began and try this all over again.

I am hobophonics and I am here to share a piece of mind.

DAY 1