Kaiden Blake

I've been asked if I'd sell a few signed copies of my recent photos in the last few days. I'm so glad you've all responded so well to the photos I've been posting as of late. Instead of booking a photographer for my last shoot, I decided I wanted something a bit more "spur of the moment." I brought my camera along with me when I was out with my close friends for a few days and finally found the right opportunity to get sneak a few shots in. I spent the time before and after the shoot spinning around in the field, laughing and soaking up the sun. The entire experience satisfied the hippie within me.

To answer the questions of those of you who've asked -- yes, I've decided to sell signed copies of the photos. Included in the selection is a self-taken photo I took a few weeks back. If you're interested in purchasing any of these photos, comment and let me know which number(s) you'd like as well as the quantity. Print size is 8x10 and are $10.00 each. Shipping is available internationally. They will be packaged in "photo mailers" to ensure a safe arrival to your dorstep. ;)

Here's the selection:

I think this selection is the most appropriate to sell right at this point. These were all DIY/self-created, and in a sense they mark off a significant point in this phase of things. I hope you like them and can't wait to share them with you guys. Thank you once again for your constant support and interest -- without you, this journey would not be as liberating.

With love,

Kaiden

I cried an ocean to tide my mind over until the shoreline would cease to exist. My eyes brewed the perfect storm, salty on my lips. Lips like mechanical gears on a balance beam, provided with acrobats and rusted limbs. My head is a sailboat, my neck a rope imprisoning me to the dock. Meek minds filled with a mission, hateful hearts with their power trip pulses that seek to control. Hardships are only boats too dense for gravity to propel.

I’ve always dreamed of shaking hands with the horizon. I see the colors change in the sky, bidding me goodnight and welcoming me to each new day as my eyes lift their sails to toast to possibility.

Chance is only a chant, only a reverberating message that is corked inside a bottle. So much desperation filling such a hollow space trapped within transparency. Such heavy words for a vehicle that is thrashed so carelessly amongst relentless waves. I am washed ashore, my ship succumbing to stagnancy, seasick with stillness. It’s a wonder sandbags keep my mind at shore whilst the pebbles beneath my feet offer no resistance.

One day I will bathe in the horizon.