It's fucking stupid sometimes, the way my brain works.
I’m absolutely sure she was confused about the whole experience. But this photo is lovely.
I’m not sure why it’s so hard for us to take care of each other.
I’m not sure how it started. The dream of living somewhere else.
The photo I want is the one where I’m not observed by my subject at all.
If given a choice, the option to blend into the wall or darkness and somehow become invisible is always the most enticing. Being seen presents difficulty for me. It feels like exposure. Defenselessness.
Like with anything in my life, I try to ascertain what this small eccentricity means. The short answer is, I don’t know.
Friends and family members don’t realize what they’ve done. And they won’t understand until it’s too late.
There are photos that only you can capture. Photos that don’t care what kind of equipment you may have. Photos that could give a shit whether you had good light or the right lens.
Creating a moment is a subtle art. I say this because I’m not very good at it. Almost every time it’s happened, it’s been an accident.