North to the Future

One of the questions you hear more than any other, as a senior in college is, “So, what are you doing after graduation?” and I can finally, with confidence, tell you all that I know what I am doing after college!

I AM MOVING TO ALASKA!

Yep. You heard me. Alaska.

I am glad to announce, that my mother has accepted a position to be a pastor in Anchorage, and so we have decided to all move up there as a family, myself included. So, after I graduate on the 27th of May, we will be packing my apartment back up and….. driving back to Montana. You didn’t think I would leave without saying goodbye to one of the only homes I have ever know, did you?

Yes. That is the truth of it. While I have lived in Oregon for the past four years, Montana truly is the only real home I have ever known. When I say that leaving Montana is going to be hard, I cannot really fathom yet what that means. Of course, by moving away, that in no way means I am never coming back. The Big Sky Country will absolutely always hold a place in my heart. But now, it is time for a new adventure in America’s Last Frontier.

If you wish to make plans to shoot with me before I leave Montana, know that I would LOVE to do that. Please email me at john@jsanderphotography.com, or message me on any of my social media*. I will be around for most of the summer, but time is limited, so schedule early!

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Many Voices

If you have been a patron of this Blog for any amount of time, you may realize that while my intentions to get regular content up here are good, sometimes real life stuff gets in my way.

As last year came to a close, I started realizing how many of my friends and fellow artists have their own blogs with their own messages and their own personalities, and as a part of my 2018 intention to find ways to lift up those around me, I wanted to be able to share their content with you in a way that was not only consistent, but also engaging and inspiring.

Thus, each month, regardless of whether or not I have the time come here and say something that I believe needs to be said, I will be having guest bloggers come to this platform to impart some bit of their experience, knowledge, or life to you. I hope that, through this, readers and bloggers alike can find and be inspired by one another.

I will not be releasing a schedule at this time, not because I can’t, but because I want you to come back here each month, hungry for a taste of something new, fresh, and interesting, for as Carl Jung once said, “Ultimate truth, if there is such a thing, demands the concert of many voices.” So listen up.

Before You Dig In

Earlier in the week, I was a part of a team of 120+ people who helped out at a Food Drive at Faith Lutheran Church, in New Providence, New Jersey. Being someone who can’t be on their feet for a very long time, lest they get quite sore, I have to say that, coming home from 5+ hours, most of which I was on my feet, it felt like I could have kept going for hours. There was some sort of beautiful common energy in that room. People were there with the sole purpose of unpacking, sorting, and repacking each and every item donated. People of all races, ages and backgrounds, together in one place, with one common purpose, to help, not for some selfish self-interest, but for the sake of others.

Once home, I, being the millennial that I am, was scrolling through Facebook to see what I had missed (probably nothing) and one Post caught my eye. It described that person’s experience as, in their hotel, the fire alarm went off, and as they were walking out of their room and through the lobby toward the door to go outside (as a sane person would when the building you are in is potentially on fire), they could not help but notice the amount of people milling around in the lobby. As my friend was passing through the lobby, the hotel staff began ushering those people that were milling around to the safety of the outside, so my friend, held the door open. As they passed, no one said “Hey, thank you for holding the door for us.” or even anything close to that. Well, almost no one. One, as my friend described “older teenaged boy” did in fact, say thank you. Besides that, the only other person of note was the older white gentleman and his lady-friend who were seemingly swearing out the hotel staff for such the terrible inconvenience that the fire alarm was (as if they could do anything about it).

All of this in the week leading up to one of what I believe to be America’s lost holidays. I say Thanksgiving is a lost holiday, not just because by the time the fourth Thursday in November rolls around the Christmas products have lined the shelves of almost all of America’s stores for multiple weeks, but because on a holiday called Thanksgiving, all we seem to want to do is indulge ourselves.

Okay, so you know how on Christmas, everyone is in the kitchen, the food is cooking, and the Christmas music is blaring? Well, that’s the way m family does Thanksgiving too. But not Christmas music (it is much too early still for that), mostly just one song, Peter Mayer’s ‘Bountiful’. Either now, or before you leave this page, please go take a listen to this song, Not just on Thanksgiving, but every single day of our lives, this song has a place and a message for us. The link is at the end of this post, at the bottom of the page.

Growing up, in a good home, with parents who taught me well, not just through what they said, but how they taught me to interact with others, and through the music which was almost always flowing through our home, I feel as though I have grown up, knowing that helping others is important, and that when you are helped, a simple “thank you” does a lot of good (amongst many other life lessons). But not everyone grows up that way. I am not saying that one way is superior to the other, but what I am saying is that we seem to be losing those who have been raised to be thankful for what they are given, and the world instead is filling with those who expect that the world will be at their fingertips as the speed of a fast-food meal or a tap of a screen. On a phone, you don’t have to say thank you. At McDonalds you don’t have to say thank you. While it seems like that trend is still spreading, all is not lost.

Just like the one teenage boy who took just two seconds out of his day to say “thank you” to my friend for holding the door for a whole lobby, full of people, earlier in this week, let us not just today as we sit around the dinner table with family and other loved-ones and over-indulge ourselves, but every day (and multiple times a day at that) take the time to say “thank you”. It is oneĀ  small thing, and it may not solve world hunger or create world peace, but if we as parents, cousins, brothers, and sisters, take the time to say “thank you” we can be a model for those still learning, and them, in turn, a model for others.

2017 has not been the easiest year for me. Stress & anxiety have been through the roof, due to school, I went through a break-up in the spring, I had my laptop & camera gear stolen in the summer, and in between that, my grandmother passed away. That all being said, I have had an incredible 2017. I have been able to travel all over the country, spend time with loving friends and family, see some of my favorite artists and bands live-in-concert, and just all in all, create memories that will last me a lifetime. So for that, I say ‘thank you’. I say ‘thank you’ to you because whether I went to a concert with you, stayed at your house this year, have only ever talked to you through Instagram or Twitter, or see you every single day, you have helped craft this year into what it has been. You have been a part of helping me out of my hardships, you have been a part of the memories I have created, whether big or small, you have made an impact on my life, and for that I am grateful.

So, what are YOU thankful for this Thanksgiving? Comment something down below, and lets start a Thankfulness List!


It’s Just A Day

Over the past few months — really since summer started, I have been in this ‘work-grind’ mode. If I am being honest, that is new for me. I cannot really describe what the other way of being was for me before this point, except to say it was more lackadaisical. But since the beginning of summer, I have just felt more driven to work and to do things.

Since the beginning of the school year, this has transformed itself into throwing myself deep into my studies and my extracurricular activities, something that I do regularly, but now with newfound vigor. Being involved with as many things as I am, it is no wonder at all that with this newfound determination, I threw myself deeply into everything I’ve done. As time went on, and stress took its dark, grey hold on me, I went from passionately busy to just busy. And I stayed there. I was happy in the things I was doing, but looking back at it now, I wasn’t truly, completely myself. Or maybe I was. Maybe that greyness is just something I just deal with. In fact, I know it is. And I should not be ashamed of that. Yeah. I am not always totally happy. No one really ever is, and if they say they are, they absolutely are trying to sell you something.

But whatever I was going through, I knew there was a balance. I knew that somewhere between lackadaisical and overly busy, there was a happy medium. I just had convinced myself I was already there, that this was as good as it was going to be. Then I went to a concert.

Imagine that first breathe as you come up for air after being underwater for just a split-second too long. That is approximately how it felt to get out off campus, out of town, and to Portland, in months. I had been to the next town over a couple of times, but that being just a handful of miles away, this felt much more like escape than that ever could. It is partially because of this escape that this show meant to so much to me.

Ironically, it being on a Friday evening, I had to miss my radio show, which is named Eclectic Oasis, yet the show for which I missed my own was more of an oasis than I could have imagined.

Before the music even started, before we even got inside the venue, I was already surrounded by familiar faces, gathering hugs like coins on the sidewalk, kept and treasured for the next time I needed one. There is no greater feeling than being with people who understand you, and the things you love, and that was only the beginning of my night.

With three bands taking the stage, I knew pretty much what to expect, since I knew two of the bands. Or so I thought. When the North Carolina-based band Mipso (the one band I did not previously know) took the stage to start the night, I knew this night was going to be one for the ages. I had heard from people who had been at the previous few shows to begin the tour that this tour was something special, but it was not until the first notes struck that I knew that for myself.

I could go on for pages and pages about the intricacies and experiences of that night. I could tell the story of the very drunk girl who tried to shove me from my rail spot that I had had for hours since the doors opened, just because she felt in was uncool that I was somehow unwilling to share the approximate 20 inches of space I had nestled in for myself on the rail with her AND her friend. The reason I won’t go into the semantics of that night are because of one song, by one band, played on that night that really sum up just exactly what I want to focus on. If you wish to, pause reading this for a moment, and go listen to Track 1, titled ‘The City‘ in the link below.

If you, like me, are struggling with the hundred-and-fifty-seven things you have to do before you go to sleep tonight, or before Monday, or before the end of the semester, just remember, that just because you have all these things, does not mean that you have to do them all at once. In fact, by taking things one at a time, taking each chore as its own, each day as its own, each hour as its own, it makes it easier to do the things that need doing.

Its just a day. Whatever is bothering you now, whatever is weighing on your mind, whatever thing you just did that makes you want to crawl into a hole never to be seen again, remember that tomorrow really is a new day… if you let it be. But you do need to let it be. If we hold onto the things that make us hurt, we will not heal. But if we learn to let go, to take each new sunrise as a new beginning, we are given a clean slate from which to begin, knowing that each small thing we accomplish today, really is an accomplishment.

So whatever you’re going through, step back, take a moment to remember that you are bigger than your problems, no matter how monolithic they may seem, and that by breaking down those monoliths into cobblestones, we can pave incredible pathways to wherever the world leads next.


To listen to The Lil Smokies new album, and especially the companion track of this Blog post, Track 1: ‘The City‘, click below!


The Lil Smokies – Changing Shades
(on Spotify)

Where I Am & Where I’ve Been

I know it has been a really long time since I’ve been on and gotten to talk to all of you, and for that I am sorry. Or really, I am not. I wish it could have been different, but the reality is what it is, and it is out of my hands and therefore I really have nothing to be sorry about. That’s a little bit what this blog post is about.

But that being said, I still feel it relevant to explain my absence. This summer was a crazy one for me. I was gone most of the summer. I started it in Oregon, road-tripped to California, back to Montana, back to Oregon, back to Montana and once again back to Oregon. It started with the passing of my grandmother, and ended with the thievery of my camera gear & laptop. Yep. THAT’s why I was MIA much of this summer and this fall. But it was also just a time of being with family, doing some research work for school, and doing some reading, as that is not a luxury I am afforded during the school year.

That leads me to the more recent reason for my absence: School. I am currently a senior in college, and yikes! Life is hectic! Aside from 17 credits of upper division English, History & Sociology classes, I am also a photographer for the school newspaper, a part of the religious leadership group on campus, running a dozen or more (no exaggeration) social media accounts, as well as being the Manager of the college radio station on campus. This, sadly, has afforded me little time for much else. Though, I have been breaking out of that shell recently. More on that later, or in a different Post coming soon.

I promise I am still shooting when I have time. Right now my focus is on my newspaper assignments and a few personal projects, as I further put my name out into the local and more national realms, seeing what opportunities I have while I am still in college, as well as looking ahead, past graduation, a reality which looms larger every single day.

I am looking to more deeply put myself out in my media, starting first with this Blog. I hope that by being honest, you will see where I am, understand, and be willing to stick by me. My first step in bringing this Blog back is, of course, to write more myself. But, because I know how busy I have become, I have some other artists, influencers, inspirations, and friends of mine who have agreed to share their lives, art and wisdom with you. Those will be popping up over the next few months, so stay tuned!

 

As always, if I can be of any service, don’t hesitate to contact me through any of my social media accounts or via email at john@jsanderphotography.com .

 

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