Observations

Brief Encounters
His face was so stern, no hint of friendliness. And no returned smile upon receiving mine. He seems distant, no room for foolishness. And as quickly as he came into my life, he walked out, just a brief encounter we will always be.

Observation of boredom
Slummed over, her only entertainment; sharpening pencils. She slowly and carefully collects the shavings, as if the prolonged time doing this will save her from boredom. Perhaps there is something more to her boredom, as her expression expresses a need, a need to belong.

Soggy Cereal
Deflated and gross looking, forgotten and not wanted. Born to be thrown away.

Washroom mirror
The washroom mirror is where imperfection lies, messed up lighting gives off false images. Splattered with products, giving a distorted reflection.

Fake flowers
Dust always seems to collect on fake flowers. Fake flowers remind me of not accepting change, there is never a chance for something new, consistency…

My Day...

Had a nice shoot today, there were like six models and around ten photographers give or take. It was quite fun, was a shoot for models and photographers in the area. Aside from having fun, I have made some connections and I will also be get some shots from today, not bad. I know I’ve not written in some time, I guess I just wasn’t in the mood to put my thoughts down for everyone to see them, or to who at least reads my blog. It’s up in the air but I may be doing another shoot tomorrow, I have one on Wednesday for sure. Oh how I love the camera, it’s really a passion. I have a photo from one of the photographers from today; I’ll put it up for you to see. I’m thinking about visiting my high school tomorrow, my sister told me people have wanted me to visit, so we will see. Nothing too exciting these days, just some shoots, and hanging with friends, perhaps I will have something interesting to write later.

Your Kiss

Heart beating so fast, reminding myself to keep breathing, you take my breath away and I lose myself in your grasp. In a world full of many people, all I can see is you and you’re perfect. Your kiss; so controlling as it takes over my body, and yet so passionate, that I never want it to end. Entangling my fingers through your hair, you make me weak in the knees Love. Releasing me from your spell, I feel lightheaded; all I can manage to say is, “wow”. You smile at me, holding me close to your heart. And everything seems alright…

Observation of the simple things…

The Things I Think…

The feeling of pressing a thumb tack into a never been used space. The way the sunlight creates a shimmering rainbow on the cool tiles, so early in the morning. Staring out the window, while early risers drive past. Sipping your practically cold tea, when your cat comes to greet you. Soft creaks from under your feet, quietly you walk around. The familiar tune from the cuckoo clock, going about its rounds. The coolness of the air, as it touches your naked skin. The warmth of proceeding water, as you wash away yesterday's thoughts. Knocking others over, you pick your favourite one. Wrap yourself into its warmth, and for a moment...for a moment, everything seems ok, and that you are looking forward to a brand new day.