I'm unsure if my friends will find my hard drives, years from now, and take a look to see all that I captured throughout my time behind the camera. There are moments when I think about all that I've seen and the array of randomness which has passed my eyes.
Photography, to me at least, is a capture of both time and emotion; in essence, it is a picture that is truly the magic within the moment (memories too, if one's mind allows them the correct amount of storage).
I find myself missing these moments, the nights of creativity, the nights of searching for both words and imagery. What is art, without the artist, the journey, without the traveler, a story without an ending.
My mind isn't what it was not too long ago, I've started to forget little things, things which were once easy to recall/summon. It is within the darkness, that I sit in tonight, I can reflect upon the light which I've seen, light which has allowed me to focus and squeeze off a fram or two.
We only get ONE SHOT at this life thing, and I pray in the end even my wasted shots will be worthy of your approval.
And so it begins, the rebirth of a sleeping star....
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