Nicole Franklin
Stories (3/0)
The "Creatographer"
The “Creatographer.” A mix of the words creative and photographer, Tyree was looking for an adjective to describe him as he saw himself, something beyond a photographer. He was a creator. This self taught photographer, videographer, director, and content creator is taking the internet by storm one idea at a time. He provides his services to clients looking to create memories and capture moments for a lifetime. Surprisingly, his journey started nearly eight years ago when he was given a camera as a gift. After six years of collecting dust, he finally started using it.
By Nicole Franklin3 years ago in Photography
To be or not to be an Aries
When I hear my friends talk about their zodiacs and their connection to the universe I try not to feed into their beliefs. I want to stand out of the crowd and be unique. I don’t want to believe that I’m just like every other Aries out there. And yet as I was challenged to look into the personality characteristics of an Aries I found myself checking boxes like following a recipe. I’m not pleased with that at all. I’m adventurous. I’ve been zip-lining in the Dominican Republic, skydiving in Illinois and parasailing in Mexico. The typical person doesn’t do that. I’m kind and I have a good heart, but most people are only out for themselves. I spent almost an hour trying to convince myself that I was the exception to the Aries stereotypes, then I actually researched my zodiac. Crap.
By Nicole Franklin3 years ago in FYI
Violent Silence
It was his third time at my house that day. Each time was more aggressive, angrier and more violent. I was beginning to fear him but more so fear for him. We were not strangers. I knew his patterns and techniques of manipulations, but he was bound to come across someone else. Someone with a fuse as short as his. I knew what he wanted, and I knew who he wanted, but my patience was wearing thin as he continued to bang on the door with my six month old trying to sleep. My husband wasn’t home so reluctantly I went downstairs to my mother’s basement apartment to tell her “He’s out here again.” We paused for a brief moment to see who would fold first. Would she finally come up and give him the ten dollars he was asking for, or would I return to the door, for the third time empty handed.
By Nicole Franklin3 years ago in Psyche