Jumping Pictures Part II

I thought I was going to blog about "cool" things like ambient rock n' roll shows, fresher than fresh CD albums, epic weekend adventures, and insightful philosophies on life. But instead I just want to publish jumping picture after jumping picture after jumping picture. So instead of being a poser and forcing cool posts, I will succumb to the urge and post another jumping picture entitled, "Engaged in Leaping."





I can't let the 4th of July pass without at least putting my two cents in about why it's the greatest holiday in any of the human cultures (trust me, I've studied every holiday of every culture). As a matter of fact, it's the best anything I can think of. Here's a textual montage of why I love the 4th of July; naming, beholding, nosing fireworks; tasting, savoring, barbecuing viscid meats of all sorts; laughing, sauntering, bonding with your blood and kin; delving, slurping, enjoying dripping, sweet watermelon with a bobby-soxer adorned in a patriotic ensemble that matches your own.

Indecisiveness

I've led an exceptionally healthy life. It's not because of my diet, my exercise regiment, or my occasional lapse in memory to wash my hands after using the restroom (very occasional, ask Scott Leslie about that problem, he knows about it first "hand".) I've conjured up a hypothesis explaining why I've been endowed with such well-being. It's called "The Plague of Indecisiveness."

As trivial as the plague of indecisiveness may sound, it is a detrimental disease that can alter your lifestyle, impair your happiness, and rot the very purpose of your existence. If you know me past a casual acquaintance, or have done anything with me beyond exchanging a passing glance, you know that I'm the text book case of indecisiveness. I attempt to wait until an utter revelation before I decide on anything. Not everyone receives revelation like the subject in the following photo.

I hope one day to be cured from the bug of indecisiveness, but that day is not today. Even though I can't have all of you help me choose what to do with the rest of my life, what to wear tomorrow, or what colors to have at my wedding, I can have you help me decide what songs Long Live Sun will continue to develop and which ones they will throw away. I'm going to be posting new demos at www.myspace.com/longlivesun, and I wouldn't mind a little feedback on which ones to continue to develop. I know, I know, you're probably thinking, "who cares, why should we help you when we don't even listen to your music normally." But I beg you, I need your help. Indecisiveness consumes me!

Jumping Pictures

Today I am here to confess. I need to get something off of my chest that has been weighing me down like those Dr. Martens with the thick soles used to. I am obsessed with jumping pictures. It's an obsession that started when I witnessed the epic collection of photos from Anna Gordon and Shannon Mehner's trip to London entitled "Soaring Through London."

I'm not really sure why I love jumping pictures so much. I just knew that I loved them when I noticed that all pictures that didn't contain an airborne human became extremely inferior and boring to me. I have conjured up a few hypotheses as to why I like jumping pictures. I won't bore you with the bulk of them, but the main reason is that I am possibly one of the least photogenic people west of the Mississippi River (due to my double chin and other reasons I won't get into). The jumping picture plants either an awe, a smile, or a perplexity that diverts the viewer's attention from the ability to be photogenic of the subject, to the wonderment of the photograph.


Now, less talk, more pictures.



I wouldn't have been this happy if I would have known I was only half done with my hike.

You can only achieve this diamond shape jump right after engagement.


Jumping for joy that I'm with my favorite girl in the world.

The three muskateers, airborne.

Now just try and deny the fact that jumping pictures don't "rise" above the rest, that they aren't a step "above" the rest, and that they aren't still "soaring" through your mind right now. I rest my case.