Good morning, Thursday.
Passage (For Purple Rain)
Unexpected loss changes us. We find ourselves in the depths of introspection, facing our own mortality--looking for answers, solutions, or even a simple story to tell. In many ways we are the authors of our own personal novel, whether we wish to seize every precious moment granted to us or not. In reflecting upon the … Continue reading Passage (For Purple Rain)
She tends to speak in riddled rhymes that wind in unexpected, peculiar ways.
Black and White
As much as my love for color in image remains steadfast, there is something about black and white photography that just grabs its viewer. Here are some shots I experimented with both color and focus.
Disconnect. In the way your words don't quite reach me, or know me for everything I am. Memories both calm and chill me, clues of what may come and all that will never be. I question you. I question everything hidden beyond this path I'm expected to lead.