James House Pix 2007
2007, I had to leave San Francisco behind. I was in a dark, painful place, fighting the heaviest battle of my life trying to get over substance use. It was a terrifyingly hard time, and if I’m honest, I knew where I was headed if things didn't change. If my family had turned their backs on me, I wouldn't be here today. Plain and simple. They saved my life. Instead of rejecting me, they opened the doors to the James House in Carlsbad. It was built by a beautiful woman Joyce James with so much care, and it was filled with the most important people in my world: my sister, her husband Chris, their daughter Payton, and my mom who flew in to be motherly. When I had nowhere left to turn, they wrapped me in unconditional love and gave me a safe harbor to heal. During those long days of recovery, picking up my camera became a way to anchor myself. Focusing on photography,,, mindfully lining up shots using the rule of thirds, tracking the way the soft Carlsbad sunlight moved across a roo...