Dear L.A.,

JIMBO TIMES is officially seven months old tomorrow, and seven months later, I’m just as ambitious about its potential as ever! I want to build, and build, and build higher ground with JT like the skyscrapers of L.A., and I want to design, and refine, and redefine what it means for the people who have supported my journey over the years.

In an effort to get one step closer to that next level, over the last two weeks I’ve sent out the link for JT to two different organizations in hopes of landing a good job with them. Finally, Rejection doesn’t mean any kind of failure to me. It only entails the process of going from one door to the next until I find the right one by which to burst onto the scene.

Maybe failure’s always meant that to me: a part of the process. At the end of the day, I don’t believe anything has ever really failed me in a full sense of the word. I think everything has worked cohesively with every other facet of the universe to lead me just to where I am.

And over the past seven months of working on JT, I’ve exposed myself to the world of creative forces out there like never before! But I’m just getting started. The two organizations I’ve sent the website to are only the tip of the iceberg; I’m going to take JT everywhere. At the same time, I can see my photography reaching new depths, and it’s not just that I’ve got a new camera to play with, but it’s also that I’m playing with more patience, subtlety, and simply more experience at shooting something and delivering it to viewers in an interesting way; it all adds up!

Of course, getting to this point hasn’t been a breezy walk in the park. Like the thousands of photos I’ve shot for the website, only a tiny fraction of them have made it to see the page. The same is true for moments like these; in a world with so many twists and turns for the mind, there’s only so much time to stop and say hey there to the rest of what’s going on! Still, here we are, and the few moments we get to share our hope with the world are made all the more precious by each of those moments we can only treasure for ourselves.

Tonight though, those moments are one in an absolutely marvelous feeling of hope. And so, from the sacred silence of my mom’s place here in L.A., on through the ends of the Milky Way: my hope is your hope, my love is your love, and our shared success is inevitable. Like the days of the new Spring ahead of us, we’re each just waiting to have our work blossom!

With everlasting hope for those days ahead,

Jimmy “JIMBO” Recinos

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