photographs of everyday things and a self-portrait series.
on the train ride homeward with my papa
seashells from the seashore in a shimmering box from my best friend
sunrise this morning (the colours disappeared so soon and my heart fell a little)
the prettiest orchid surprising me while i was walking in the city
self-portraits because i got my new tripod and couldn't resist not taking them.
college has brought along a few good things (thus far) and i was told something about myself that i didn't know today and it made my heart smile, too; my new friend said that i'm a 'photographic' person and that i notice little things that others don't. (not so secretly) i'd like to think so as well.
i have found inspiration from photographers all over the world to create and not be blinded by the city and school rush and for once in a long time i feel like i'm living fully again.
i am so content.
"Photography, as we all know, is not real at all. It's an illusion of reality with which we create our private world."