44 by Eric Tabora

Reflecting on my 44th Birthday. 

In my early 20's I thought I was a poet. My sentences incomplete. Their cadence imperceptible. Paragraphs of run on, word after word after word. I had the heartbreak worthy of a poet by the hands of a trickster, a sad goddess who begrudgingly opened my eyes. I wanted to quit school to become an EMT. I wanted to be a hero. I imagined myself saving lives with a combination of fast driving and martial arts. At the time my father simply said "No." I remember feeling appalled. I was a 24 year old "Grown Ass Man", still taking orders from my dad. At my core, I knew he was wise and in the end we negotiated like men. Over the next 20 years I would become the following: jobless, hungry, supply clerk, graduate, New Yorker, importer, designer, photographer, engineer, yogi, teacher, Californian. My biggest lesson in life is that there is no such thing as a "Late Bloomer" but rather a ceaselessly cyclical life of blooming. I know this to be true because even in our saddest moments and our grandest failures, as the universe is constantly expanding we are still being propelled forward. 

From my porch by Eric Tabora

I recently made a switch from shooting on Canon to shooting on a Fuji X Pro 1. The Fuji is a completely different beast than the 5Dmk2, but the colors and image quality have been impressive. These images were taken on the X Pro 1 with a Canon FD 135mm and Fotasy adapter.