Don Q. Hannah Photography

12/31/2025

Feelin ‘26 like…

06/01/2024

Victoria Renée you are 💯🔥🙏🏽 !!!

I love this song. Also I haven’t posted much at all in the last 2 weeks but that’s because everything is going right. So anyway… here is a shot from that I’m pretty sure never got a post but is a mood nonetheless bc Don is a G. And by G I mean genius

07/30/2023

Auditioning for front-of-cam…circa July 2023
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See me without prejudice
My turn
Like a Chrysalis
Rebirth
Selfie indulgence
Because I work hard
Because I’m proud

and…

This heat has me scared shirtless 😉

08/07/2021

“looking to the next adventure. and letting anxieties flow away slowly but assuredly. letting excitement ease its way into my body and replace nervousness. who knows what tomorrow will feel like but today was a good one. some thoughts I’d like to remember.”

07/29/2021

another one…another planet.

06/24/2021

“We took these photos inspired by an audition I had months ago and thought of a character venturing off into a new, mysterious terrain. Bold and breathtaking. Full of adventures, both wonderful and absurd. My senses are tingling right now, with both light and dark experiences (maybe it’s the coffee I had too?) All very much needed, and I feel alive for the first time in quite a long time.”

03/26/2021

CHAPTER 18

Delirium set in. But her insecurities weren’t suddenly gone. The pain would still be there, always. There would be other lows that she’d go through. But the air Annette chose to breath in was crisp and clear. In the ebbs and flows of life, she wanted to be more like water flowing over it all. And in her case she needed to go to the very lowest depth to learn how to float.

Maybe this entire tale was a physical journey of a girl who is pushed to the brink. Or it was all in her head. Just at it was in yours reading it. You could be going through similar moments as she. Physically, mentally, spiritually. A bit here, a bit there. Or maybe a friend is. A work colleague. A lover. Your neighbor. That smiling face you pass by. The person who has it all. The person who has nothing. The wealthy. The poor. The sad. The happy. You don’t really even know what Annette went through in her past. You don’t know much about her at all actually. But did you judge her for being too much? For being dramatic or weak? Did you relate to anything in her journey?

The moments that led Annette on this path felt more sour than sweet. But that’s life isn’t it? Choosing which of the two to focus on. You trust, you breathe things in, you indulge, you feel gutted, you fall in love, you compare, you push away, you get addicted, you suffer, you dance, you cry, you laugh… and you slowly learn to kill the person life molded you to be, to become the person you actually want you to be.

Her name was Annette. Sure, she’s fictional. But to me, she’s all of us.

03/25/2021

CHAPTER 17

She had put the hat in her pocket subconsciously before she left. She didn’t even remember doing it. But even in the blacked out state she ended up in this evening, wrapping her fingers around it must have lead her body back to safety. It’s strange to think just how much power memories can have in veering you off of your present course. And in this circumstance, this object held the memories needed to veer her off a path that was deadly.

Annette was a runaway who stood in the wake of her pain, in the wake of endless addictions. She wanted to find a savior that could wash away the deep inadequateness she felt daily. She wanted to feel relevant. And in looking for that in people and things, real and inanimate, she felt more and more invisible. Because the comfort was always brief and snatched away cruelly, making her start from zero. While the hurt just built and built on top of itself, never diminishing. She didn’t succumb to anything that evening, and in doing that she shattered the fake security that always snapped into action when she begged.

Life swirled in her eyes again. Deep whirlpools. Annette was back. A hardened version of herself. A version that would probably never quite soften to its original vulnerable, malleable state. It’s impossible after reaching the dark depths that she did, and that’s okay. She was still an addict of emotion, she would always need to feel the world through her veins. But she was now slowly welcoming the human experience. The plain blunt ugliness that it sometimes came with. It caressed her. But while it did, she caressed herself. And that was enough.

That allowed her to let go. To feel hope.

03/23/2021

CHAPTER 16

In the darkness she thought she heard a heartbeat and when she tried to find it, it went silent. Reality was thrust at her. She blinked and looked around, her ears ringing. Nothing made sense and she was disheveled and weak. So in the darkness she stayed. For a little while longer. But there seemed to be a weightlessness inside her body now that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Suddenly something snapped, yelling obscenities that made her shudder. She looked at it with blank eyes and unexpectedly it started snaking its way to the door, threatening to pounce in the last moment. And through bleary eyes Annette seemed to see something give off a murderous silver sheen. Stomach twisting around itself, she staggered forward and let life slip back in to give her the energy she needed to lock the door behind it. She played Russian roulette. And dodged fate. In that lapse of time that brought her from there to here, she found only an ounce of strength that kept her alive. The tiniest release of the steam that was held inside. The sweet nothings were still there all along. She just needed to hit the bottom to find them anew.

Instinctually, she reached into her pocket… and gripped something she forgot was there. And all of a sudden she knew what brought her back.

03/19/2021

CHAPTER 15

A tenacious squeeze on Annette’s neck abruptly pulled her into pitch black...