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Inspiration - August 2019 by Louis Holstein

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Today I wanted to highlight some of the biggest sources of inspiration for me as of late. I have often said to stay off the internet and television if you want to be inspired. “Go visit a museum if you want to be truly impacted,” I’ve shouted. But the lack of ability to venture to a museum recently has left me with the internet and television. I still think it’s important to get out into the world to be inspired, but for this moment in time the internet works too.


Woah. This video by Joan Bosch has really transformed what a home-movie is and could be. You better believe I will be intentional about capturing video footage during our upcoming trip to Ohio.


I’m not a fan of New Orleans jazz music. Delta Blues is also not my thing. Sue me. So, to know one’s surprise, when it was announced that Hadestown was coming to Broadway (I had heard of the production before and knew the genre of music it was - Jazz/Delta Blues) I was less than enthused. Over time, however, I would hear bits and pieces of the score and started to get interested. After 8 Tony wins, including Best Musical, and a show-stopping performance, I was very interested. The full soundtrack was released last month, and let me tell you: I’m here for it. What a sweeping score and heartfelt story! I’ve been entranced and inspired ever since. Check out some highlights below.


Ashley Holstein Photography will always be one of my biggest sources of inspirations. I’m sure you are thinking, “yeah, yeah, it’s your wife- you’re required to say that,” but honestly, even if she wasn’t my wife, I would still be inspired by the way she captures people. She captures them as they really are. She knows how to wait for a moment before taking the image. She is patient until she gets what she is looking for. I’ve been helping her blog some recent shoots and below are some of my favorite images that I’ve had the privilege to help curate.


I was recently told about this film by a friend and was skeptical (this seems to be a recurrence for me). He pitched it as one of the greatest films of all time- a title I never give to any film (or piece of art for that matter). I didn’t listen to my initial skepticism and watched it. 8 1/2. This little 1963 Italian film is a genuine work of art from the first frame to the last. I was absolutely blown away by the timelessness of the entire thing. There were moments that I can say I have never witnessed on film before, and it’s 2019! Every film connoisseur should see this film. It slid right into my personal top films of all time.


This website is the greatest color schemes generator I’ve ever used. Not only is it fast and efficient, but it even provides already set pallets if needed. I like to play around on here not only to pass time, but also to get my brain going.

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What’s been inspiriting you lately? Let me know in the comments below!

Running Again by Louis Holstein

I started running again. In my training I change the route almost every run, but in my long distance runs I am always required to run over the place where I fell. I don’t need the reminder. The scars on my knees are reminders enough, yet the route reminds me again.

“See the lip in the sidewalk? That’s where you fell. That was where you stopped running for two months and started dealing with what would be your housing crisis. Remember that?”

Early Morning Selfie.

Early Morning Selfie.

June and July 2019 were one for the books. I know I already wrote about it, but as I have begun running again I have realized, sometimes the best thing one can do is just that: start again. I’m sure there will be posts in the future where I discuss in more detail my disappointment with God and his letting me fall, but for now I’m grateful He is allowing me to get up and run again. I was a little over the half-way point in my long distance training when I fell.

My big goal this year was to run a marathon and with wounds on my knees and hands, and the stress at home, I figured it just wasn’t going to happen. When I decided I would start training again, I counted the weeks to see where the training fell in proportion to when the marathon race is. The training fell perfectly within the allotted time: 18 weeks of training, with the race in 19 weeks.

Open up and let your heart live.

Open up and let your heart live.

I’m still not sure why I fell, or why we had to leave our home of 4 and 1/2 years, but this I know: I am training again and we have a new home where new memories will be made (maybe even the birth of second child). In the words of one of my favorite musicals, “all that seemed wrong is now right.” We’re okay. We’re running again.

“So it's
Into the woods
You go again,
You have to
Every now and then.
Into the woods,
No telling when,
Be ready for the journey.”