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About nlvogs

I woke up from a dream today, And everything was upside down. The ceiling crumbled at my feet, And to the sky I fell. The clouds slipped thru my hopeful hands, Until the sky turned dark. Before I knew it stars were there, And Earth was just a dot. I do not know just where I'll be, 20 years from now, But that dream I had is with me here, And shall not be forgot. I think it is odd that curiosity once seemed so innocent, and I want to know when that changed. I don't like wires, and when tangles are involed, I have small panic attacks. I like the smell of the inside of a piano. I don't like doing laundry. I am almost always on time or early. I can relax when I feel accomplished. I don't mind being the one to eat the last cookie, and usually I do want a glass of milk to suit. If you tell me your name, I can't promise I will remember your name until we are friends on facebook. I am not afraid of heights. I like to be challenged. I can take criticism from someone who is not afraid to be criticized. I can take a complement from someone who is not afraid to be complemented. I like individuals. I like logic. I don't like apathy. People who try are cool. People who try again are smart. People who don't stop trying are brilliant. The sun is fun, colored leaves are comforting, shining snow is enchanting, and green grass is inviting...

A brief glimpse of beautiful irony…

I haven’t been at this job long. I haven’t experienced all the grime and grit that comes to wear down the seasoned paramedics with whom I share the road. I still have a “new car smell” attitude towards the job. Many tell me that this will fade, and I am sure in part it will. However, part of me cannot help but to see the beauty in the tragedies we are a part of day in and day out. 

I look at the role models I have in life that have endured the field for decades now, and believe that there is a reason they are still at it. My Mom was a pediatric ER nurse for nearly 20 years, when she left; and after 5 years in the insurance side of medicine, she felt called back to the floor. And she loves it more today than ever before. So how? Why do we do it?
I can not definitively answer these questions with such limited experience, but I can narrate my initial impressions. The calls don’t stop. Even as I sit here writing this, the radio sounds with chatter and echos. Each tone is another person in trouble. Whether petty or traumatic, it is a life quite literally on the line. 

To me, there are few things more beautiful to see than an elderly couple clenching hands with worry and anguish. Not because of the pain (physical or emotional) associated with the incident, but because of everything that came before it. Couples who spent 50, 60, 70 years together. The work that went in to making it through the hard times. The joy shared during the great times. The nights on the couch. The weekends away. The bills. The vacations. The heartache of loss. The beauty of love. 

It is amazing to witness the culmination of all these events in the back of an ambulance… and this is my job. THIS is what I do. I feel honored. Honored to be invited, needed, in these moments. This life we live is a one way track. We are all only one step behind the next… but our ability to share life with one another enriches our lives in ways that amazes me… that’s what I’ve learned so far.

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Posted by on February 5, 2017 in Uncategorized


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Posted by on December 30, 2015 in Uncategorized



This is the first release of my first, fully recorded song. A year flies by when you find passion.


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Posted by on August 7, 2014 in Uncategorized


A collection of Illustrations, works, sketches and notes.








































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Posted by on July 4, 2014 in Uncategorized


Mighty Tarzan Hear His Roar…


I grew up with him. I woke up to his mighty roaring yawns. He was the last cat to wander in from the night, and the first push his way to the front of the food line. The house we lived in was a zoo. Eight dogs, and five house cats (most of whom were wanderers more than residents). My grandpa called this particular wandering grey furred beast… Tarzan; so, the name stuck. I couldn’t tell you the story of how he became a part of our family, I was too young, but a part of our family, he was.

To this day, I can name every mangey mutt in that house. (Hedda, Aspen, Razzie, Sassy, Tiger & Lilly, Tonka & Yoda), But I only remember the cats that were a part of my daydreams; and Tarzan filled them as a child.

His days were filled with long naps and patrols of the hallways. His reign was supreme. His force and strength were recognized by each and every feline… and even a few of our house pack canines.

Each night, as the evenings drew closer, Tarzan would begin to rise nobly from his days’ rest. He would stretch and strut amid the hallways’s setting sun. His routine was impeccably precise. Somewhere along the lines, turing Tarzan’s rise to power, my grandpa started feeding him a can of sardines before his nightly quests. The sliding glass door would open, and Tarzan would step outside, as my grandfather placed the sardines on the porch. After a few grateful mouthfuls, Tarzan would stalk prominently into the dusk setting wood. Fearlessly to the march of the crickets, he would go.

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Posted by on December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized



Photo Roadtrip of 2012…

A quick trip down memory lane…

C130 in the hanger.

C130 Drop Flight.

Sunset in Clearwater.

A new venture.

Leaving Cincinnati.

The 60 hanger in Clearwater.

Badlands National Park.

Mt. Rushmore.

Rapid City, SD. A night out with new friends.

Devils Tower.

Coming up on Devils Tower in Wyoming.

Just outside of Yellowstone.

Old Faithful.


Mammoth Springs in Yellowstone.

The famous Pike St. Seattle.

Roosevelt Entrance to Yellowstone.

Downtown Seattle.

First flight on the H60.

Saying goodbye to Sitka, Alaska. Bitter Sweet goodbye.

Light house off the coast of British Columbia.

A look out from our firepit.

Good friend at the water’s edge.

Sunset out side the bar on a Friday night shift. The whales were breaching!

H60 Jayhawk on the ramp of Airsta Sitka. Mt. Edgecumbe in the background.

Summit of Harbor Mountain.

Summited peak of Mt. Verstovia.

Beauty at the top. Mt. Verstovia.

Harbor Mountain.

Herring Run.

A challenge postponed… On account of snow. Mt. Verstovia in the background.

Thimbleberry Trail.

Said goodbye to a dear friend…

Snow Capped Mt. Edgecumbe Fills the horizon.

As the weather moves in…

Breathtaking shot of Sitka Sound.

Welcome to my world. Airsta Sitka!

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Posted by on January 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


…Guest Blogger…


Had a good buddy write up a short story in a matter of five minutes on my type-writer one night… I told him I was going to post it… so here it is…

Written by @Johnson_CT

I went to the store with my best friend to buy a gallon of milk so I could have a nice yummy bowl of cereal. I met this pretty old lady at the store with a snaggle tooth. It scared me at first but I looked past her deformity into her heart and saw a beautiful woman.

She took me home to her house to have a cup of coffee with her and her pug. After a lovely evening with Janet I let myself out and drove myself home. On the drive back I couldn’t stop thinking of her oversized ear lobes. They were fucking nasty… Like, I know she sees them, get that shit fixed. I decided to never go shopping at the Safeway where I met her ever again.

Months passed and I had sex with lots of hot women, and not a single thought of Janet crossed my mind. It wasn’t until I read in the newspaper that a woman by the name of Janet Homecomb had lost her pug, and was offering a $200 reward to anyone who returned her pug. That moment I was flooded with a monsoon of emotions. I began to think how happy I was during that short time I spent with Janet, some 4 months ago.

I found myself on a manhunt for this little pug, so I could return him to Janet. Not so I could receive the reward, but so I could see her face again. At that moment something from the corner of my eye caught my attention and caused me to swerve across the double lines and into oncoming traffic. It was as if time halted, and I was suspended in some sort of limbo. The feeling was quickly replaced with terror and panic, as the nose of the car lifted into the air, and I became weightless. Everything was surreal and I felt at peace again. Then the faint scream of an old woman leaked into my bleeding head as I climbed out of the wreckage.

My car no longer resembled a vehicle, only a pile of rubble in the middle of a cacophony of noises. I stumbled to the street to see a body laying in the road in a puddle of blood. I still did not know what had happend, until i heard her voice… It was Janet.

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Posted by on January 4, 2013 in Uncategorized