Today I am blue even though I wore red.
I decided to be proactive as guilt of non activity is seeping in.
Despite the dreary weather I bundled and set out. Nothing struck me as overly inspirational today. I did discover new areas and forced myself in direction that I have not hoofed before.
I happened upon a photography book store. My dear heaven.. I stopped and turn towards the door once I saw Sarah Moons book in the window. I know I could spend days upon days there. And so I will return. I looked over a few until one caught my eye. Upon flipping through the pages and reading the very last, it was then I knew I had to own it. It wasn’t until I got it home that I really looked at it and realized it was my own story told through someone else eyes. Seeing it I knew I too must create something of the same. If not for myself maybe for a select few. It must be done. Photography like this always hits me so hard. As If my life was somehow incomplete and in that moment I am now whole. Because I cannot hold onto the vision permanently I am instantly left hungry for more in a way that can never be fully satisfied. The feeling is so electric that the resonating shock that I am left with has now fueled me to create the same. It gives me both hope and death in the same single blow.
I choose hope.
