Planning the New Year

First I would like to take this opportunity to say Happy New Year to all those that have paid attention to the crazy ramblings of this humble Photo-Monk. I hope you only the absolute best in all that you do in this new year.

2011 was one of the most eventful years in my life. I participated in many amazing events that brought so many creative geniuses together. I was truly humbled to be a part of such an amazing community. I sat with spiritual practitioners of many different disciplins and shared and grew in ways that I could have never have imagined.

The biggest thing this year was the photo-monk project. It bagan as a desire to share zen in the form of photography, that led to a plan to walk across the united states. While preparing for that a mugging changed the photo-monk project from zen to compassion. Starting off with an art event held at the place were I was mugged.

Then the move out of Atlanta back to my roots in the hopes of pursuing more philanthropic art projects. The Photo-Monk has become more of a life style than a project. It has become a monastic way of artistic expression. A total emersion into the ideas of kindness, compassion, expression and communication. Where it will go from here I have no idea. I want to travel the world and show it to you though the eyes of a Zen photographer. I want to have a million of my pieces hanging on walls. This way 10 million people will be talking about Zen photography. Which will turn into a billion people talking about Zen and then 10 billion trying to understand the moment.

Lets go viral and teach the world about this moment. This very moment, its beauty, its power, its secrets, its absolute truth. Lets share the photo-monk project with the world. Lets share Zen photography, compassion, kindness art and this moment with the world.

I know you want to.

Caleb Storms

Your Humble Photo-Monk.

Fitting In....or NOT.

Since My relocation to the Midwest, I haven't really got settled yet. So far it has been a lot like a very long vacation. I am anxious to get started on my new life and to see if I can find a place in the cold North.

I hadn't noticed how much of a bubble I lived in, I think it will be very good for me to wonder out of my confort zone and interact with different people.

My interactions so far have been mixed. I had a man in a car ask me what I was taking pictures of and seemed perplexed when I told him I was looking for things that were red. I have had a hermit that lived in the woods call me a socialist because I had accidentally wondered on his land. I seem to blow peoples minds with what I think are the simplest of conversations.

I don't want to imply that these are close-minded backwards people. I do not feel that way at all. What I do want to get across is that I think we all to a certain extent find our own comfort zone and do not wonder out of it enough. I myself feel at home with artists and mystics, philosophers and poets. I have no idea what to talk about with a factory worker or farmer. I would like to think that we could find some common ground, however I think at times we would both have to walk on unfamiliar ground in order to connect.

This week I have been around all maner of folks that the only thing I had in common with was air. From Amish to Nursery workers. I realized through this that not everyone wants to open minded. That many people are not only comfortable in their life, but would see mine as being flat out wrong. In all this I see more and more the need for people like me to not hide out in safe communities but to be out in the open. I feel as I have always felt. That I exist to give the world alternatives. It doesn't matter what that they do with it, as long as they know it exists.

Caleb

The Photo-Monk.

Living My Truth

My relocation to the midwest has effected me in many, many ways. The absence of the sun for the first couple of days made the experience haunting. The work oriented, job oriented mind set seemed foreign to me. I found myself asking myself "What was I thinking?". As the grey loomed on and I walked around a bit more. I thought of all the exciting adventures I could have in this town, if this town would have me. I'm not really sure if Indiana is ready for the return of its parodical son, but I guess only time will tell.

One thing that I noticed is how important it is for me to remain me. Not that anyone is trying to change me, I am just very different in my way of thinking than many people. I didn't notice it as much in the ATL because I was around like minded, open minded and artistic people. Here I notice it much, much more. I also see that something that seems very simple and obvious to me spiritually can be quite liberating to people that have not been exposed to such ideas. It is becoming increasing clear to me why it was necessary for me to make this move. A dharma is no good if it can't hold up to real life, and is usles if it cannot be shared. So here I am to practice, share and strengthen my personal dharma.

This is my time in the desert. A cold midwestern desert. I shall turn the sky into a bodhi tree, the clouds into dharma protectors and the wind into prayers. I shall chant until it thunders to all corners and touches a billion Buddha's ears. I shall do as I have always done, observe, meditate, make art and teach. Or at least thats what I'll tell the cops if they show up.

The Photo-Monk

We Were Here

In my recent travels I have had a lot of time to think about the impact that we may or may not have in this world.

Upon leaving Atlanta, it became clear to me that I had indeed made some good life long friends there. Even more however was revealed to me. I realized that I may have actually altered some of those peoples lives and that many of them had altered mine. So this caused me to contemplate the impact that one individual can actually have on the world.

During the three day train ride, I crossed paths with many people. The people I sat next to, the people working for Amtrak, the various people I ran into walking around the cities I had lay overs in. All these people I had the opportunity to influence and had the opportunity to influence me. It made me begin to think of all the people we have the opportunity to influence on a daily basis even if we aren't a photo-monk riding the rails.

It all goes back to what I always say "It doesn't matter what you do, it matters how you do it". I see this as being a perfect example of that. How many times had the one rude person set your day in a tailspin of anger? How many times did getting cut off in traffic ruin an otherwise perfect trip? You could be the one person that makes or breaks someone's day. No pressure or anything, but its true.

I remember really feeling this as I was walking in Virginia, it was a rainy day, kinda chilly. Yet if someone looked at me I smiled a big smile, like I had been waiting my whole life to greet them. The result was always the same, they returned my big smile and normally took the next step and said "good morning". This was my little experiment as I passed the time in the little mountain town of Charlottesville, Virginia. It was a pretty cool little experiment actually. I would highly recommend trying it. People will respond with a smile or just think your crazy. Either reaction is entertaining.

This is my point. We influence millions of people in our life. We can choose how.

The Photo-Monk

Paying My Respects

It occurred to me somewhere on the train ride from Atlanta to Indianapolis that I hadn't really expressed how much Atlanta means to me. So this is my attempt to let all the people that I grew to think of as family how much my time in the ATL has meant to me and changed me.

When I first came to Atlanta in the early 90s I was looking for warmer weather and a more tolerant environment. I was a broken, depressed and quite dysfunctional person. I tried my hand at writing, ended up working at Junkman's Daughter and making Little Five Points my adopted home. I would move in and out of the L5P scene throughout the years. It remained until my last day there a vital part of my life in Atlanta. In Atlanta I found my musical voice, picked up a camera and taught myself photography, and ultimately turned the darkness within me to a luminescence that changed everything.

I had a very rich and diverse life in the ATL. played computer tech, musician, photographer, mystic, healer, magician, father and friend. I had some great geek times, wonderful times playing music, did some cool art shows and ultimately figured out what Buddha lied under this skin. I would say that the most amazing thing that happened to me in the dirty south was the deep friendships that I enjoyed.

There are far to many people to mention. I hope you all know how much I truly love you and feel so amazingly blessed to have crossed your paths. It has been a great great honor to be called friend by so many wonderful, creative, interesting and thoughtful people. More amazing was my opportunity to play father to one of the most amazing human beings I have ever met. It is my hope that at another time in another place my little Buddha will seek me out and we can continue on our journey. Maybe not as father and son, but of human and human.

In Atlanta, I did some art, taught a few things, learned a lot of things. started a fraternal order, did some music, played a lot, learned about compassion, learned how to live in joy, gave up my anger, quit smoking, chanted a lot, walked a lot, loved a lot, talked a lot and seen first hand the power of kindness.

All my love Atlanta, see ya next year.

Love the Photo-Monk

Caleb

Fate

I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have heard "Everything happens for a reason". I used to really believe that, and I guess from a purely physics level I still do. I mean if I drop something it falls, so reason dictates that it fell for the reason of being dropped. To take this to the next level however and say that there is this hand of fate, or divine intelligence that has a great master plan for us. That is the part I have trouble with at this point in my life.

Though out my life and my spiritual pursuits I have seen things and experienced synchronicity fare beyond what I could call normal. Because of this I cannot deny that there is some "force" leading us to "something". What this force was and were it was leading me seemed part of the big mystery. So when someone would say "Everything happens for a reason" it would go into that category in my mind. That possibility that lay just outside of my understanding.

Now I see things a bit differently for several reasons. The biggest reason has to do with what I have discovered about the nature of suffering. People suffer and so they inflict that suffering on others, the only reason I can find for this is to escape their own suffering. I see no divine plan here, only sentient beings trying to escape the pains of this mortal coil. So if i am heading in a certain direction and someone else is speeding ahead, trying to outrun their own suffering and slam into me, it alters my course. Many would then say "It happened for a reason". I would say that the reason was suffering.

So what is fate? What is that force that keeps us toward some mystic, incomprehensible goal? I look at pure natural physics for the answer. If you look at a stream making its way to the ocean it tells our story. The ocean is that great unknowable divine goal. We are the stream trying to make our way there. We do not know why we wind and bend and zig and zag. However if you look at the whole path of the stream you will see. It always finds its way around obstacles and heads toward the ocean. That is us, and as the Taoists would say, "The reed that bends with the stream does not break". So we find if we go with the flow and enjoy the ride we find peace. We do not suffer as much and so do not slam into the others riding this stream.

Perhaps one day we will figure all this out and build a boat in which we can all return to the ocean.

Caleb

The Photo Monk.

Go On Down the Tracks

It has been awhile since I posted and that is mainly due to the big changes that have been happening in the Photo-Monk's life.

After I was mugged I worked very hard trying to overcome the fear that came in the aftermath of the mugging. I am normally not the kind of person that gets freaked out about much of anything. However, something about getting mugged during daylight messed with my head. That is not good for someone that plans to walk across the country. I forced myself to walk however, trying to undue the damage done by a couple of thugs. Then the call came.

My brother called me and said point blank he didn't want me to do the walk, that it frightened him. This was a big deal for me because my brother is much more practical than me. He had also been a big supporter of the walk. More that all that, we didn't have "that kind" of relationship. My brother and I had a very strained relationship that we had built on to become closer than we ever had been. So if meant a great deal to me that had called and voiced his concern. I at first told him that I had to do this. I couldn't let my people down or myself down. But the seed was planted that I could do other things as the photo-monk that perhaps now was not the best time for a lone monk to be wondering America.

More surprises lay in store for me. As I talked about this odd phone call with my friends I could see them almost physically holding their breath as I thought about it. It started to sink in that not only my brother, but many people were extremely concerned about my walk. So i decided to test this out and mentioned to a few people that I was going to change my plans and not do the walk. To my surprise several breathed a sigh of relief saying that had a "bad feeling" about the walk, but wanted to support me anyway.

So I decided to take the Photo-Monk in a different direction. I want to focus more on the philanthropic art aspect of the project. What that means is still in development. This much is for sure, I am moving back up north to be closer to family, out of the big city. Next I am going to hatch some plan, hopefully with the help of my business minded brother on how to really do some good in this world with art.

So stay tuned to this blog for further developments. Thank you all for your on going support.

Caleb

The Photo-Monk

Ain't Afraid of No Thug

This weekend I held an art event at the Cemetery were Martin Luther King Senior was laid to rest. Some of you may recall that the last time I attempted to take pictures in this cemetery I was mugged and all my equipment taken. That is why I decided to have an event the same day and time I was mugged. I wanted to reclaim that space in a peaceful way. The event went off without any trouble and we all had a real good time.

The artistic spectrum was interesting. We had some violin practice, toe nail painting, Tarot Card reading, photographs of course, and the usual deep philosophical discussions.

On top of all of this excitement I also used it as another opportunity to play around with many of the new features of my fancy new camera. I am using a Sony a55 now, replacing the Canon Rebel sx that was stolen. The Sony is quite amazing. Since I am a Zen photographer and do no post editing, I am falling in love with its real time filters. For instance the shot above was shot using its Black and White Posterizing effect.

All in all life for the photo-monk is good.

Caleb Storms

The Photo-Monk

The Urban Jungle

I haven't kept up this blog as much lately, I'm sure that will come and go. In my travels I am almost positive that I will have interesting stories to tell almost daily. Here in a city that's strangeness i'm used to, everything seems typical to me. I was reminded however that my life is not typical and that I do have amazing adventures all the time. So i'm going to try to get into the habit of telling them here.

Two or so weeks ago while heading into a cemetery, I was stopped by a man with a gun. At first I wasn't sure what he wanted, I didn't see the gun and couldn't understand his ramblings. I'm used to running into drug addled zombies in Atlanta. I thought this was no different, although I must admit I felt uneasy and had for a block or so and had been chanting silently as a result. When I noticed the gun and it occurred to me what was going on, I must have looked dumbfounded. It was after all 3pm on a Sunday. Cars going by, people out and about. Not then though, as I looked around, no one came to my aid, no one was in sight. They of course took everything, my fancy phone, my trusty electronic eye and my wallet.

As I wondered away wanting only to get out of there and get home I stopped at a car garage, I looked at the men and told them I had just been mugged and they said they couldn't help me. At this point I realized I had wondered into a section of town were no one wanted to be a target, so no one wanted to get involved. So I walked home and only then called the police.

Of course through out this whole event, I was thinking of my trip and what I would do if something like that happened to me far away from home, far away from people. It caused me to think about this urban jungle I live in and how in many ways it has prepared me for this journey. I mean Atlanta is the 3rd most violent city and I am walking around it all the time. Looking at all this the bears don't freak me out as much as the thugs.

I am glad that I was unharmed and the love and support I got from those around me was amazing. I mean its about two weeks and I have almost replaced all my equipment with the love and support of family and friends. The Photo-Monk project is still on schedule and still going to happen.

So I guess I do have adventures to right about after all. Most of them are even uplifting!

Be Safe

The Photo-Monk

ravenous

The hardest part about being an artist for me is keeping a hold of my original passion for any project that I am working on and seeing it though to the end. It isn't that I loose interest in projects its more that artistic vision sometimes clashes with material reality. The result is most often this feeling of banging my head against a wall.

What makes an artist an artist is that they see the world in a different way or they can communicate the way we all see the world in a way that makes sense. Both has within them a beauty and a curse. If you see the world differently then you end up spending a lot of time explaining or defending your art. If you show what we all are thinking then this can give rise to anger and ridicule because people don't like to feel exposed.

I have faced all of this over the years, yet here I am ready to take on yet another crazy project that has the potential to be amazing or disastrous. The question that most people ask is why I would even want to do such a thing as walk across the country. When I answer them my passions rise and the artist takes over. By the end of it they are on my side cheering me on. It is this ravenous artistic passion that attracts people to the artist and his crazy ideas. It is this same passion that will carry an artist through to the end of a project even if it seems doomed, impossible or ineffective.

I look at artists as being holy men and holy men as the interpreters of art. Both see and feel things that not everyone takes the time to. Both get swept away with inspiration that seems fanatical and perhaps even insane to some. Both would gladly live without rather than give up what they feel gives them life. Both feel like the world must one day understand or perish in there own ignorance. Both the holy man and the artist give us hope, show us god, reveal our own divinity and unmask for us our vulnerable humanness. We tremble before both wondering how they could possibly live the way they do, for the reasons they do. Yet, in our time of need when we are groping in the dark trying to understand the universe around us we turn to them.

All of these ideas are behind the Photo-Monk Project, for in this life of mine, I have walked on both paths. That of an artist and a spiritual seeker. I have faced every trial imaginable and yet still want to walk across the country. I want to walk alone as a monk, documenting the journey as an artist. I can not think of a more insane and beautiful gesture to celebrate my love for life and all other sentient beings.

I do realize like many artists and holy men, I stand a good chance of going completely insane on this journey. I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing. It seems to me that many of our problems exist within the mind so leaving it from time to time can be very helpful.

Regardless, everyday it gets more and more clear that I am actually going to do this. I am going to walk across the country, or at least start, on a photographic pilgrimage. My own artistic experiment in human kindness. That both excites me and overwhelms me. It fills me with that very passion that I've been talking about. It doesn't even matter if anyone else cares or gets it. I care, I get it, I care about you and your story. I get your struggle.

I'll see ya on the road !!!

Caleb Storms

The Photo-Monk

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Doubts

It is getting closer to my departure date and I must say I am facing some doubts. I feel this is a good thing, I mean I don't want to walk blindly into something that has a great potential to be either really, really great or to go horribly wrong. Like this young chap, I want some safety ropes tide to me. Like him as well I am looking at what i'm about to do and questioning if I really want to.

I believe the idea of bravery or strength is not the absence of fear. I really believe that it is the idea of being afraid and doing it anyway. Again like this chap I want to face all of my fears and do it anyway. I want to tackle the unknown with an adventurous spirit and monastic discipline.

Yesterday I stood under a blue tent in a cemetery hiding from the storm. I laughed to myself wondering how many moments like that I would have in my travels. Then my phone's battery died, I had no GPS and because of the storm had got turned around running for shelter. So I was wet, tired, lost and cut off from the world in the middle of a cemetery. A very boring cemetery I might add. As I stood underneath a blue tarp that was the shelter for countless open graves I had to ask myself if I was completely insane for wanting to walk across the country. Of course I am completely insane for wanting to do this. Chances are I will be even more insane after my travels. None of that bothers me. I rather like being out of my mind considering most of all of our problems come from the mind. Being out of it also means a limited amount of suffering. So I will take this wonderful opportunity to embrace my insanity and walk out into the wild frontier. See ya on the road.

Caleb Storms

The Photo-Monk

Joy and Suffering

Many moons ago when I was a much different person and a very different photographer. I did a lot of photographs depicting human suffering. These days I really try to stay more on the side of joy.

However I do not ignore the human condition and try to take images that will invoke a sense of compassion within us. If I see something that has a sadness to it, I will take a shot of it. However if I see someone suffering I will not in most cases. I do not want to make a profit off of someone's suffering. I think that is were I draw the line. I do not mind pointing out the suffering of humanity in general in order to invoke a sense of compassion for our fellow humans. I do not however want to single out an individuals suffering and exploit it for my own gain.

So although while I am walking about I see all kinds of things. Many of them very profound and heart wrenching. It is only the shots that are more general in nature that end up being shown. This shopping cart is a perfect example of what I"m talking about. I only took it because whoever collected all these things was not in the shot. So the picture becomes more about us as sentient beings and less about the suffering of a single sentient being. After all, there plight is also mine and yours and everyone's.l

I want someone to walk away from my photos thinking about there own life in a way that helps them to identify with the poor soul on the street. If I was to simply take a picture of a homeless man sleeping, then it would be easy to ask questions about him and never about ourselves. I don't think any of us our free until we all are free. So I'm hoping my images reflect that Idea. I'm your cheering section humanity. Go team go!

Caleb Storms

The Photo-Monk

Graven Images

Many may have noticed that with my obsession with churches. I also have an obsession with graveyards. I think there are about as many reasons for this as there are cemeteries.

First as a friend of mine pointed out you can do any kind of photography that you want to at a cemetery. You can do portrait style. You can do landscapes, still life. You name it. So for a photographer like myself that likes to jump all over the place I love that I can do architectural and portraits in the same place.

Deeper than that I truly like to be face to face with mortality. It puts things into perspective for me. I can look around a cemetery and get reminded that my time is very precious and I should be using it wisely. It truly helps me put things in there proper place in my life. Suddenly the newest fancy gadget doesn't seem as important as enjoying a sunset or watching a child play, or noticing a leaf fall off a tree.

I also really enjoy the quiet of a cemetery, not very many people bother you when your walking around. It is a sacred place were we all greet the non-permanence of our existence and all that we love. It is a place that causes reflection and contemplation on its deepest level. It is only through death that we learn of life, the wise ones have a habit of saying. I find much truth in that.

I have a hard time passing up a cemetery for those reasons, old or new, big or small I will always try to walk through them and give my respects. I hope some of the images I capture will show the great many lessons that I have taken from them.

The Photo-Monk

Caleb Storms

Fresh Fruit

It is summer time and as I walk around I find ripe berries everywhere. I remember as a kid picking mulberries and eating them while outside playing. I remember in fact eating many things I found in the woods, its amazing I didn't get sick. Anyway, I have been tempted through my walks to start picking some of this great looking fruit and snacking as I walked. I didn't however, mainly because the berries were scattered all over the ground and in the gutters. So my mind thought right away that there must be something "wrong" with them if no one else was eating them.

This brings me to the real topic of this post. The Photo-Monk has been exposed to some real poverty, not only in this country but I have also met many people from other countries were starvation is part of their everyday existence. The thought of berries falling and rotting on the ground would be very strange to them. The idea that I just past all this free fruit by would also not make any sense to them. I thought about this quite a bit this week. I then started to notice all the things I passed just walking around the city. I passed strawberries, blackberries, mulberries, something that may have been cranberries. There could have been some good prickly pears out there and so on.

Out of this I decided a couple of things. We are certainly spoiled here and I need to get an edible plant guide so I don't have to pass up such a beautiful banquet of fruit because of my ignorance. For the other thing that I realized is as a child I knew what everything was, growing up in rural Indiana. As an adult if its not clearly marked on the package, I'm not sure what I"m eating.

So next time you have a picnic, try serving a wild berry salad, how cool would that be?

Caleb Storms

Then Photo-Monk

Going to Church with it.

Anyone that even briefly looks at my photography will figure out that I have a deep fascination with churches and temples of all sorts. The fascination goes so much deeper than just the structures. I am very curious about mans' pursuit of spirituality and God.

I myself am very much a spiritual seeker, hence the name Photo-Monk. I have sought spiritual truths in many forms for the bulk of my life. So I find it hard to pass a church or temple without looking at it in awe. I am always looking for a sign of the inspiration behind the building and a clue to the practices inside. I find it quite interesting when peoples belief manifests themselves in a building, act, cause and so on. In many ways that is at the heart of the Photo-Monk project. An artistic and spiritual pilgrimage. Not in order to convert or preach to anyone about anything. More in an effort to commune with everyone and learn.

The thought had accord to me to visit many different churches on my travels. The chance to sit with practitioners of many different faiths in many different places appeals to me. I have to ask of course if they would welcome the experience as much as I would. Some I am sure would not be to thrilled with having this strange backpacking artist sitting amongst them, others I'm sure would love the opportunity to hear of my adventures. At any rate, you can bet I will give it a try.

So if you see a wondering Photo-Monk in your town, invite him to Church with you. I bet you will be surprised at his enthusiastic reply. I believe as long as we all travel in the same general direction, in my case loving kindness. We will all arrive at the same place no matter how wondering our road may be. This is at the heart of my curiosity. I seek only to learn of others paths, not to judge them.

Caleb Storms

The Photo-Monk

Crime Scenes

Living in Atlanta, a city with 5 million plus people I guess its not that rare to run into an occasional crime scene or two. However, I seem to find a crime scene every time I go out and about. It really makes ya wonder. about this city. I mean it doesn't seem that violent of a city to me.

So this brings me to the topic of this post. Its not crime or violence or even the yellow "Do not cross" tape I keep running into it. It is what makes Atlanta such a great place to create in and why I have made it my home all these years.

First off, as an artist, Atlanta has a really great tension in it. A vibe to it that says anything can happen at any time. I think a lot of cities have this feeling, but Atlanta's is explosive. I think it comes from the history of civil rights here. This city has been on both sides of that argument at several different times. Even now It is in the middle of it with the gay rights movement. Atlanta was the home of Martin Luther King Jr. and the KKK. Is the deep Republican Southland and the largest gay population on this coast. So it has this diverse tension to it that is wonderful for creativity.

Also there is a contrast just in the look of Atlanta. It is a city, yet it is not hard at all to find green space, hell even lakes inside the beltway. It is the only city I know of that you can smell waste on one block and magnolias on the next. Sometimes smelling both at the same time.

So with all this strange contradiction and tension I guess it shouldn't surprise me to find crime scene tape every time I'm out. As long as I'm not involved in the crime and I don't stumble upon an actual body, I find it interesting when I see it.

So to answer many peoples question "will the photo-monk return to Atlanta when he is done walking ?" Unless I find an equally interesting city, I will. I am a Yankee that has been subdued by the south. A rural kid that has fallen in love with the city. I will be back.

Caleb Storms

The Photo-monk.

Dear Mom

Dear Mother,
Thank you for loving your very strange son. Thank you for not giving up on me when even I did. Thank you for seeing the beauty in my uniqueness even when you didn't get it at all. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

If Buddha was correct about rebirth, we all have been each other's mother. So to all sentient beings who have felt alone and afraid. Remember I have been your mother and you have been mine. I will show you great compassion as my mother in this life has shown me.

If Buddha was wrong, I will still use this idea as a reminder that we are all interdependent in one form or another.

Caleb Storms
The Photo Monk

Direction

I have thought a lot about the direction of this blog. I mean I created it as a journal for my photo-monk journey. That being said, I want it to truly reflect who I am and why I am going to do this in the first place. Because of this I am going to make more of an effort to post here and truly use this as my forum of thought through the planning and taking this journey.

Those that are close to me know that this is in fact a very spiritual journey for me. So I want this blog to reflect some of that.

Now on with some news I have been in contact with the great folks at The International Child Art Foundation about using this journey to raise some money for the things they do. They seemed to like what I was doing and I got a very receptive vibe from them so that seems like a go. That means that once I actually start my journey a percentage of sales will go to them. What could be better than feeding a photo-monk getting some art and helping out a great cause all in one swoop. Pretty cool if ya ask me. So stay tuned for more of the photo-monk.

Caleb

So I ordered my cards for the trip. I'll be handing these out leading up to and during the trip. I think they are pretty cool.

A shout out to PFG Marketing for helping me out with getting these done.

http://www.pfgmarketing.com/

See ya all Soon.
Caleb Storms, The Photo Monk.