The blog has been crickets lately, I know. The onset of Spring has found us occupied with a myriad of new activities, mainly projects at the new homestead and (un)school activities with the kids. My work on the website has taken a backseat over the past month.
If you’ve been following my social media posts recently, you’ve noticed I’ve been playing around with a new medium. I created a YouTube channel for Screams from the Trees and started uploading short goofy videos in March.
Since my last post about the helicopter flight over Royal Gorge, I’ve put out several videos:
I’ve a lot to learn and a gigaton of practice to do, but I’m stoked to have the time to finally play with this medium. In the future you can expect more chuckling videos from me. Maybe someday I’ll take it more seriously, but I have a lot to learn, first.
I fell into writing when I was young because I couldn’t afford a videocamera. There were a few times in high school I got my hands on a VHS camera and recorded some funny skits with my best buddy Jason, along with some stop-motion shorts starring my Rambo action figure. But I didn’t have access to the videocamera for long, which leads me to believe it belonged to one of my mother’s husbands. No matter what my financial situation was I could always get my hands on pen and paper. So, writing it became.
So, hang in there, you monkeys – we’ll see what happens.
Which leads me to another change regarding Screams from the Trees. I changed the slogan. I finished updating everything this morning.
I’ve been a lot of things in life. Lived in many places, worked in many more, visited more than that. I’ve been interpreted in the strangest ways and misunderstood at best. I’ve won and lost, loved and hated, I’ve hurt and been hurt, I’ve been to the mountaintop and I’ve hit rock bottom. My old Army buddy Folkerts calls me “The Real Forrest Gump.” But certainly all of my many victories and failures and touches with celebrity and slums have created who I am today, and who I want to be tomorrow.
I’m constantly evolving.
Much like Screams from the Trees.
So. Here’s my story. Here’s how I got here. Here’s my search for meaning.
