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Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Leaving evidence of these two plays I did back to back this year. There were many risks, fumbles, making an ass of myself, and many times where I barely found the courage to sing in front of a crowd. But there were some beautiful moments and it was a hell of a time. I’m so humbled and grateful to be making these steps forward.
Thank you to all that came out- it means the world to me. And a special shoutout to my cast, crew, directors, and family for flying out. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
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Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
Leaving some special moments here since putting acting on the front burner. Not wallowing in the many losses, celebrating every little win, and staying committed. Gratitude is my saving grace. Not just feeling it but expressing every way I can. This Spring I’m on an up period and I’m so grateful. I always imagine this brick wall and every time I’m on stage or on some kind of job a piece of the brick falls and it’s revealing more of myself. Here’s to being crazy ❤️🔥
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
I think I jokingly started calling photography my love language a year ago, since the tragic passing of my dear friend Richard.
Something sank in slowly as I watched his slideshow. The memories rolled by on this tiny screen above us – this shaken crowd – we all watched in a deep painful silence. It wasn’t a long video. He was too young. It was tragic. It started with his childhood photos and videos and played what seemed like some fleeting scene that was his adulthood – how many of the photos of him as an adult were from me. It felt paralyzing, uneasy, unfair, that these pictures were all I had left of him and how it was playing like some presentation of his life.
I mean, you don’t think that a simple photo taken in a good moment could end up on a screen like that so soon — you don’t think of how it’ll be all you have left. But he did love getting his photo taken, that helped. I think the point is . . take care of your friends. If you love somebody, take a lot of photos of them, don’t think about it.
The experience put a little more love into my photography now, how it can be a gift– it’s definitelythe only gift I could afford my friends most of the time. And now it’s a gift I have for myself, too. To look back at his iconic smile.
Thanks for being my brother, neighbor, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve met. You were the walking definition of a darling of a man. I hope I can share as much light, kindness, and good energy as you have.
Love ya Richie. Miss you all the time.
View Instagram Stories in Secret
The Instagram Story Viewer is an easy tool that lets you secretly watch and save Instagram stories, videos, photos, or IGTV. With this service, you can download content and enjoy it offline whenever you like. If you find something interesting on Instagram that you’d like to check out later or want to view stories while staying anonymous, our Viewer is perfect for you. Anonstories offers an excellent solution for keeping your identity hidden. Instagram first launched the Stories feature in August 2023, which was quickly adopted by other platforms due to its engaging, time-sensitive format. Stories let users share quick updates, whether photos, videos, or selfies, enhanced with text, emojis, or filters, and are visible for only 24 hours. This limited time frame creates high engagement compared to regular posts. In today’s world, Stories are one of the most popular ways to connect and communicate on social media. However, when you view a Story, the creator can see your name in their viewer list, which may be a privacy concern. What if you wish to browse Stories without being noticed? Here’s where Anonstories becomes useful. It allows you to watch public Instagram content without revealing your identity. Simply enter the username of the profile you’re curious about, and the tool will display their latest Stories. Features of Anonstories Viewer: - Anonymous Browsing: Watch Stories without showing up on the viewer list. - No Account Needed: View public content without signing up for an Instagram account. - Content Download: Save any Stories content directly to your device for offline use. - View Highlights: Access Instagram Highlights, even beyond the 24-hour window. - Repost Monitoring: Track the reposts or engagement levels on Stories for personal profiles. Limitations: - This tool works only with public accounts; private accounts remain inaccessible. Benefits: - Privacy-Friendly: Watch any Instagram content without being noticed. - Simple and Easy: No app installation or registration required. - Exclusive Tools: Download and manage content in ways Instagram doesn’t offer.
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Frequently asked questions
Anonymity
Anonstories lets users view Instagram stories without alerting the creator.
Device Compatibility
Works seamlessly on iOS, Android, Windows, macOS, and modern browsers like Chrome and Safari.
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Users can view public stories by simply entering a username—no account needed.
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Downloads photos (JPEG) and videos (MP4) with ease.
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Content from private accounts can only be accessed by followers.
File Usage
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Enter a public username to view or download stories. The service generates direct links for saving content locally.