Tuesday Tidbit: Driving Home

Driving Home

Continuing onto I45 for about another 22 miles would bring her home, though exiting onto Highway 21 would make her only 49 minutes away from him. The intersections she had crossed to get to this point made the choice seem easy, though she knew the traffic would be much, much heavier pressing on.

D.R Breshears



Manic Monday Phases

This is my life today. Wanderlust, loving thoughts of how lucky I am to have my fiance, and strong desires to figure out this annoying ‘what am I missing’ feeling swirling my Monday productivity tank.

(Hooray for Manic Monday phases, boo for unpredictable bipolar swings).

A Heavenly Discovery.

A few celestial shots for Photo Friday, but mostly a short share from NASA, because this is the most exciting (really exciting!!) news I’ve read in awhile!

NASA Telescope Reveals Largest Batch of Earth-Size, Habitable-Zone Planets Around Single Star

If a person was standing on one of the planet’s surface, they could gaze up and potentially see geological features or clouds of neighboring worlds, which would sometimes appear larger than the moon in Earth’s sky…

‘This 360-degree panorama depicts the surface of a newly detected planet, TRAPPIST 1-d, part of a seven planet system some 40 light years away. Explore this artist’s rendering of an alien world by moving the view using your mouse or your mobile device.’
Credits: NASA

The Girl Who Shared Too Much

Throwback Thursdays are always so humbling for me.

I made a few grammatical changes, other than that this was Part One of my graduation dissertation. 🙂 It’s a longer than usual read, but fun nonetheless!

Siren Screens

    In previous generations college has been known as an institution considered to be an interpersonal connection of faces and names, knowing the right people and meeting the wrong ones by mistake, or vice versa. We shook professor’s hands and hugged fraternity brothers unashamed, we even looked our peers in the eyes during conversations and important events. We didn’t, however, have the networking abilities to find each person we made a connection with and further the relationship afterward, nor did we view this as immediately necessary.

    Today instead of graduating from a swirling world of face to face interaction, a real life book of faces so to speak, we are graduating from an institution of screens. A mirror reflecting our true selves, social media has taken control of our lives as students and humans in general, and it is by no means going away anytime soon.

    We put into our profiles and page our whole life, our experiences and our events. We use these screens as electronic journals, typing away our thoughts and plans, hoping that other people care about them just as much as we do. Our free time is spent checking up on what other people are doing in their free time, which is most likely something similar to what we’re doing on our own screen.

    Look around in hallways anywhere on campus and you’ll see an average of 7/10 students or teachers on their phones. The quad is full of professional iPhone filtered photographers, and each concert or comedian visiting is hard to see through the glare of phones in the crowd. Laptops have taken precedence over the paper, typing skills over cursive skills, and homework is preferred electronically over personally. If you need an extension you can hop on Gmail or Facebook and send a quick line to a professor, connect with them instantly.

    So why are we so addicted to social media, and how is it affecting our lives? Do the negatives of screen envy outweigh the positives of networking or is social media simply another small step on the grander scale of technological advancement that we must learn to live with and adapt to even further?

    In my series of flash fiction pieces, I would like to address these issues and allow you to think about them as you listen to the stories of our generation, our songs of screens. Like the irresistible songs, the Sirens sang to the men in the Odyssey, these six short stories put into words our digital addictions that we have not, and our real emotions that come along with them. These stories are songs of people’s experiences, songs of people’s screens.  

The Girl Who Shared Too Much

    Breakfast was rather dull without her bright smartphone screen lighting up her eggs and orange juice, even though her fiancé’s face seemed to provide its own light across the table that she was envious of every day. Her own face, though uniquely stunning, never seemed to light up on its own. The contour of her cheekbones and the angles of her jawline only glowed under the light of a screen, where compliments were free and living was easy.

Tablets, Kindles, iPhones, laptops, TVs, the number of screens she actually had may have astonished some, but to her, they were just more mirrors around the house. She thought she felt a vibration on the table and instinctively reached for her phone, realizing red-faced that it was, as it always was, the train a block away rattling their second story apartment walls.

    “You realize it’s an actual addiction” her fiancé continued to say; as her hands flew back to the fork and egg she should have been focusing on. He sounded lighthearted enough, but she knew that after her last ‘incident’ his already short fuse needed no more excuse to be lit.

    “I was just wondering if my mom got my text last night about changing our engagement photo shoot appointment to Tuesday instead of Saturday. The weather is supposed to get nasty this weekend, at least that’s what my….”

    “Phone told you, I know.” His half-finished egg sandwich found its way to the trash can as his feet found their way out of the kitchen. “I could have told you if you asked me you know, real people do watch weather and communicate face to face, weird I know,” his voice trailed monotonously away and she was sure he was going to leave for work before giving her a kiss goodbye.

    She put her plate haphazardly in the dishwasher and gulped down her orange juice as she remembered the last time he refused to kiss her. It was a couple month into their engagement and he refused to kiss her goodnight, not even on her cheek. Panic started to set in again as she recalled that night, the way he found her mirrors all open.

    It was her tablet, sitting on the bed that night, which caused it all. Usually, she was good about putting away her things and locking her screens and doors before bed, but that night she was floating on a happy high that made her forgetful.
    A smile crept across her face thinking of that particular incident, starting to light up the edges of her mouth. She shouldn’t be smiling at all, which made her panic even more as she speed walked down the hallway to the sound of his toothbrush hitting the sink in the bathroom.

    “Baby, it only happened twice. You know I feel bad, it wasn’t like I actually cheated on you, though.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, her mouth that definitely wasn’t going to get a kiss now, and she timidly watched the light leave his face and join the hue of hers.

    “Twice that I know of. And darling, you left your laptop open this morning in the living room. Let’s not pretend you still think it’s not cheating.”

    Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest, or maybe stop, as guilt and fear rushed through her body faster than any mothers dying-baby-superhero adrenaline. She ignored the instinct to turn around and check her laptop, as well as her instincts to cry or leave.

    It was the shutter of the camera, the click of her smartphone flash, that made her most happy usually. The satisfaction of knowing that temporary beauty she held was captured and ready to be shared. No, she couldn’t even lie to herself anymore, it was the click of the mouse as she pressed share online that really satisfied her. That hollow click meant that her photos were being sent out and viewed and admired and that people would tell her how meaningful her mirrors are to them as well.

Hungry eyes meant nothing to her when she considered the nude factor, the amount of skin she was actually showing. Cybersex wasn’t sex to her, it was attention and admiration. Sex was deeper in real life, it was connection and love.

    “Your phone is ringing”.

    For once in her life, she didn’t hear her phone, as she was concerned with the continually fading light in her fiancé’s face. She loved that light more than anything in the world, she was sure of that as she stood before him. She was also sure that the only light she could count on tomorrow was that of her screens and mirrors.

Your Tuesday Tidbit.

Calling all Landscape and Nature Photographers!

What are your top 3 go-to editing fixes?

Here’s mine!

  • Brightness/Contrast
  • Clarity and Sharpness
  • Saturation (maybe too much in my example)

I’m looking for any tips or pointers you may have to give! Keep in mind this wasn’t my best capture or edit, but I have been feeling stagnant and unprofessional in my photography lately so I thought I’d take a quick shot, give it a quick edit, and see where I could improve!

Getting a professional camera lens and not using my phone (though the professional options on there are really high quality) is definitely step one!


A Hello, an Explanation, and A Question.

Breath in. Hold on. Breath out.

Enjoy that deep, heavy numb settle over.

A mix of painkillers and mood stabilizers will do that to you.

Recently my life has been a confusing mix of unwanted emotions and words.

I have been struggling with depression and anxiety, but who hasn’t, right?

Please do not take this post as a pity-me sort of thing, I am more than blessed in every facet of my life.

Anyway, a bit more than depression and anxiety, I have been struggling with bipolar disorder. This is amazing news to me because the extreme highs and lows of creativity, mood swings, over and under sexualization, and overall unwarranted wave of depression finally make sense. As a writer, photographer, designer, and all-around creative person, this is quite difficult to deal with, however, as far as productivity goes.

I have been a bit more numb lately, which I can’t decide is a good or bad thing overall. My moods are better, my writing/creativity isn’t. So if my posts are fewer and less full of oomph lately, you’ll understand why. I hope anyone who has been regularly following my blog or just found it who is going through any mental turmoil can enjoy a few scatterbrained posts here and there. 🙂

Here are two questions I find myself posing today if anyone wants to get involved in a bit of a conversation/my half-numb half-creative thought process.

  • Which is more important, in your opinion? Having the ability to make and maintain healthy friendships, or having the ability to make and maintain a healthy friendship with oneself? Is it healthier to be social when you can, or is being happy with one’s own company better for you?
  • What is, if any, the difference between self-confidence and self-esteem? Further into the subject, in today’s social media-oriented world, is there a healthy connection between the new ‘selfie’ craze and boosted self-confidence, or do you find it is typically the opposite (the more selfies, the lower that individuals true self-image)?

-D.R Breshears

Throwback Thursday: sex & wildflowers

An old love…<3 – D.R Breshears

As she fell back into the bed she tried to remember good things, like…unexpected phone calls from old friends, cool breezes on hot days, fields of wildflowers, and before you even crack your eyes open good morning sex…

Sex was such a multitude of different things, it was hard to tell whether she wanted him, wanted to feel punished, or just wanted to feel an inkling of pleasure. She always wanted something, she wanted too much mostly. She liked feeling his breath in her ear, she like feeling his hands around her, she just liked feeling.  


Throwback Thursday: Infatuation



Here’s an older, newly-edited snippet of writing I’d like to turn into something. If I had a nickel for every story starter or snippet I had and no full story to match, I’d be a billionaire. – D.R Breshears

It’s not as if she didn’t care about other things, it’s just, she grew infatuated.

She knew it was never glorious becoming infatuated with something. Well, it was never glorious becoming infatuated with something negative.

She, overall, however, became infatuated with practically everything she encountered: food, (flipside working out), boys (flipside girls), drugs (flipside addiction help groups), loved ones (flipside hated ones). 

Most recently, and most obviously to anyone who knew her, she was infatuated with death (no flipside).

Before, however, she was infatuated with love. Infatuated with infatuation, you could say.

She was loved by many and loved many as well, in a very short period of time. She fell in love the most when she was 24, and she never really looked back and thought of any other love.

In her more recent years, she oftentimes felt love sad. You know, when you are deeply in love and there are so many problems yet none at all, you can easily make mountain sized problems out of molehills.

Her relationship was fine, but she was constantly not fine with something about her relationship.

She wanted more. She wanted less. She needed him. She needed him to change. She needed to change.

You’ve felt this way, right? No? Well, have you been in love?  Because it’s really important before you go on reading this book that you’ve been in love, otherwise you really won’t care about the rest. (But no, this really isn’t exactly a love story.)



Working Wanderlust

Shameless Career Plug Warning!!

Wanderlust Wednesdays are a huge(ish) hit with the company I work for, Group Tours, so I thought I’d share my latest design and share with any fellow designers the new, easy, painless app I have fallen in love with, Ripl!

Ripl is an excellent way to create great interactive images for your various social media platforms! (I sound like a sales pitch I realize, I just like it!)

Happy creating, friends!