Black&White Compilation

“It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down....” ― Kate Morton, The House At Riverton

I can't bring myself to write things down anymore. What seemed so effortless a few months back, hell...a year back, now feels like torture. It's not that i don't have the words. It's just that they don't make sense when they are put together. You know when you are really really really tired? so you give up on the whole thing all-together.

The thing is, emotions on camera can be misconstructed. When you are channeling all  your anger or disappointment that has bottled  up - it comes out as as a confused state of wonder. It is hilarious at times. Pouty lips. Pushed out back. Head held high. Smile. Look some place else. The thing is you can cry or laugh or jump around and it won't make a difference. You can make things happen and fight for them or just let go and yet it still won't make a difference.

I have heard smb say - just relax and the next best thing will come to you.

Well, the next best thing, i am ready - come and find me.

So far everything you sent have been prototypes at best. 

I'm sorry that i broke'em.