I haven’t taken pictures that I can fall in love with in so long. There’s something wrong in my head. There must be. Looking through old photographs of the past years, it all seem so real. All these things still play in my head. What everyone was doing, the things they said, how warm or cold it was. All of these things in pictures. I need to get back into that. I got a roll of film developed from this summer and I almost wanted to cry going through those pictures for the frist time. Right there in the passenger seat. I miss photography and I feel like I’m not doing enough to get to where I want to go. I feel I’m doing nothing at all. I have to force a change. I have to lose my fear of things. There are wonderful things waiting under new beginnings and I must do all I can…

This is something I’ve wanted since I could hold a camera.
Since I would get my parents upset for wasting rolls of films.
I have the support of all of my family and all the friends that matter.
It’s all up to me.