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I use my Instagram account to tell more than just a visual image. If I find something interesting, I’ll take a picture. Sometimes hours, days, weeks or years later I will return to that image and write how I feel at that particular moment. I like space stuff. Deal with it.


  • Jardren gazed through the observation deck portal only to be awestruck by the passing atmospheric clouds. He could feel the oxygen rich particles burn his eyes even with the protective shield that swarmed the outer hull of the freighter but the anticipation of the ground assault ripped through his nerves begging for carnage, yet propelled his wits into a tactically precise assault on this seemingly docile world. It's only a matter of when...
  • My master took me for a walk tonight.
  • Our sci-fi film, "The Will" ended up winning 7 awards including Best Film and Best Directing at this years Austin 48 Hour Film Project. We were up for 16 nominations total! We won: πŸ† BEST FILM πŸ† BEST DIRECTING πŸ† BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY πŸ† BEST ACTRESS πŸ† BEST USE OF ORIGINAL MUSIC πŸ† BEST SET DESIGN πŸ† BEST SOUND DESIGN We were also nominated for: Best Editing, Best Special Effects, Best Titling, Best Musical Score, Best Visual Effects, Best Acting Ensemble, Best Use of Genre, Best Use of Dialog, & Best Use of Prop. #48hourfilmproject #atxfilmmaking
  • Janis peered around the corner as cautiously as her wits allowed. "20? 20 meters! Just 20? That's nothing!", she assured herself. A massive spotlight lit up the control room just outside the aft window & she quickly ducked behind the adjacent wall. Her heart skipped a few beats as she controlled herself back to plan. A few more seconds & the power will re-route back to the core. A small bot across the hall selfishly beeps announcing it is ready to take the next command. She signals the bot and it bolts down the corridor. A red glow breaches the room with an explosive crash of fire and debris as an overwhelming barrage of plasma annihilates her robot to bits. She's made it beyond the halfway point and dialed in like second nature. Innate within. She closes her eyes and dashes forward accepting her fate. Above the burning corridor in a sealed room, the commander watches the young pilot push through with ease and deactivates the test core. "She's ready sir. The command is hers to give."
  • A dream to fly amongst the stars. To set course in hopes of a new planetary discovery. Immortalized forever in a bronze sculpture for all future generations to aspire and admire... Nei. Rick causally kicks off the main thruster burn with his teeth riddled pencil and offhandedly ignites the engines to 25 percent power. A glare from the sun bursts through main viewfinder and he disgruntledly fastened the blinders to their closed position. He leans back within his chair and closes his eyes listening willingly to the steady hum of the bulkheads as they rattle against the storage racks filled with empty power cells. Toxic cells in which can only be destroyed by launching them into a dreamy, beautiful and shiny star.
  • Spooked by a premonition, the fleet suddenly darts in all directions. A calm collective mind, a steady hand and sheer luck will save your life in those times of uncertain collapse. Was the rare ore worth the lives of so many? Most pirates choose to embrace it, live it and love it.
  • The light graced the darkness revealing the clear view of a future. A future that burns the midnight oil so that the machine will continue to grind forward. A grind down to infinite particles that will cycle its way through until the end of time.
  • Upgrade 2017
  • A light above the auxiliary switch dims as Jacey reaches out but the resistance burns through her arms like a trail of razor slices through an acidic bath. Defeated, she rests her head against the cold steel bars and slides to the floor. She gently rests her head upon her bruised knees as the room depletes the last of it's power cell. It flickers off. A low hum rumbles through the ship as the gravity generator gives way to it's own life. She looks to the floor and sees it moving slowly away. "It's OK," A soft whisper pierces the silence. Jacey looks up to see her sister floating on the opposite end of the room with an arm outstretched just barely out of reach. She smiles and pulls herself closer. Jada pushes as far as she can and they grasp hands one last time. Jada smiles as the lights dim low. "It's OK. I never liked my weight anyway." The battered Starship floats through space as small green emergency beacon lights up the atmospheric gas pulsing outwards a soft glow of hope.
  • A young girl opens her eyes only to be greeted with a warm and inviting smile. A bright light flashes across her eyes. "Good morning Dr. Lewis. I trust your journey was worth the price?" An elderly woman dressed in all white slides a small needle up the girl's cheek towards her nose. She tries to move away but the titanium restraints hold her tightly in place against a cold steel table. She tries to scream but her mouth won't move. "You see, Dr. Lewis... Fear makes us witness to strange things. I too, lay on this table. Just like you now." The woman pierces the inside of the girl's nose causing her to shiver in fear. She wants to scream but her mouth still won't move. The station crests the horizon allowing a brilliant light to fill the room stopping the woman from proceeding. She retracts the needle and sees a tear fall to the steel table frosting over just as it floats away. "Enlightening isn't it? The choice to do the right thing. To make things right. Wouldn't you agree?"
  • Scraping its way across the sandy terrain, a lethal; yet perfect storm, crashed down heavily once again wreaking a course beating against the fragile surface of the blistering landscape they call home. Much like the heavy hauler of Vega, nothing could stop the power of inevitability. Like the savagery of its past, eventually this storm too will subside leaving a fresh layer to reset itself again and to purge its inhabitants of subservient delicate lifeforms. If only those beings of this blissful land could reason with the powerful storm and learn to evolve from the constant barrage of chaos, perhaps the strong could survive. They must survive. We will survive. I will.
  • Grace opens her eyes and wipes away the sand in an attempt to regain her bearings and to assess the deadly approaching horizon. A massive storm unfolds high above her and ready to pounce a crushing blow. Close by, smoke rises and wisps through the wind as fire rushes out of the transport as it weaves around multiple charred bodies. She winces in pain and screams for help but an iron rod has carved its way through her right leg and melded itself to her tattered clothes. She lay trapped amongst the twisted debris but cannot gather the strength to escape on her own. She screams again for help. A figure forms in the distance but she is no longer able to keep focus. "Please, help." She whispers as her body gives way to the sandy dunes but is quickly lifted by assuring hands. "We have to go Grace! Now!" Her body and spirit rises up as she is carried to the safety of a nearby rock crevice. Her eyes clear as she looks into her rescuer's eyes and smiles... "Daddy?"
  • Lorin rests his head against the soft red felt of the captain's chair and sips from a small flask of outlawed ale. He moves his cheek to the side as his poorly kept whiskers scratch the surface revealing a leathery insert just above the metal frame. A tear weaves through his facial shards as the broadcast comes to an abrupt end resounding a soft and soothing static noise in which he has grown accustomed. The planet surface below brews a final lethality that no one could ever subdue.
  • Margie places a small crimson vase on the top edge of the navigation console and secures it with a small tube of synthetic glue. She smiles as she runs her fingers across a delicate yellow flower that recently bloomed the night before. Smaller unopened buds are scattered throughout the domestic plant as series of small stems push upwards of 20 centimeters. She twists open a small container of water and carefully pours it on the root of the plant as it vanishes below. Her eyes widen as she looks down to see the water draining from the bottom of the vase covering the console. She rushes to find a towel to quickly wipe the mess but in doing so, she triggers the main forward view screen to lower its solar shade revealing a golden desolate planet before her. Her defensive outpost base peacefully drifts in orbit just beyond the outer atmosphere. Although habitable, its harsh heat and infinite sandy dunes make it a less than desirable way of life. But to her, it’s home.
  • This is it. The last of the Civilian Transports to depart from Earth’s orbit. We have found a will and the means to move our species to another world far far away. A sustainable world full or opportunities and a new beginning. A world strangely beautiful, yet potentially hostile that could rip the breath out as soon as it enters. A young boy Parker, watches as his home vanishes away in the cold dark space. Excited for the journey, yet sad to see to see those friends he had to leave behind. He hopes for the best as he is now part of the two percent to leave earth and evolve unto the unknown.
  • The Endeavor Class starship, Morning Revelation, quantum jumped to it's final destination. A Class-C planet capable of harboring a sustainable life and the bold chance of a new beginning for her exhausted crew. Captain Rand Moore checks the console for a ship-wide status report but the screen dims to a soft red glow as the entire ship powers down. He turns to his helmsman, "Status, Lt. Gray?" The ship rumbles one last time as it ceases power to emergency lights. The planet begins to roll as the ship looses its maneuvering thrusters. Rand and his crew sit and watch as they view their new home a few miles away drifting silently in space. Captain Rand takes a sip from his UEE engraved coffee mug, "How many more days of supplies in store?" The ensign stoops into his chair and takes a wild guess, "I... I don't... Two, maybe three days sir." Rand grits his teeth, "How long until the fuel cells regenerate landing power?" Ensign Gray unloads a quick answer, "One week sir".
  • A beautiful blue orb vanished beyond the horizon as the ship fired off its last stage of fuel propelling it to a predetermined sacrificial distance. Breathing in the thinly sliced air within the cramped bridge, Captain John Miller addressed his fateful crew. "We are in this to the end. Fight with me and know that in this very moment you are a hero. A hero to your children's children." He flipped the switch to prime the atomic detonation as the crew's mission to the dying sun has come to its end. The Dying Sun... A name given to an unforgiving species pressing forward determined to wipe out all of mankind and decimate our world to dust.
  • The cold breath of life breathed heavily upon our unsuspecting travelers as the silent craft drifted further into the dark unknown. The crew within accepted their fate and softly whispered a last goodbye in hopes their memory will live on.
  • Doing some conceptual visual upgrades while waiting on a feature to render out in Premiere.
  • A sharp beam of light pierces through the bulkhead splitting the flight deck in two. The intense heat from the energy weapon tears through Jacob's flight suit spewing O2 into the cabin. Panic sets in as he desperately tries to severe the emergency valve to restore the support systems back to nominal levels. He tries again. Nothing happens. His heart beat dimming against the inevitable as his visor fogs over with his own bodily fluids. Emergency lights flicker to a faint pin drop as the last bit of life sweeps out of the suit and into the black. Jacob dazes silently ahead as the glass clears only to see a small photo of his wife and two girls drift slowly by his visor. He whispers a last breath to himself solemnly, "I'm sorry..."

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