what a difference
I haven't been writing as much here in this little description area, I know. I've been trying to blog more. I hope you have been joining me there. But I'd like to give you a few words with this photo.
A few months ago, I took a picture in the same spot as the photo above. I mean, I've taken a lot of photos in this same spot, but there's one in particular. If you look in my self-portrait set, you'll find it. It's one of the most honest and raw photos i've ever taken. Not just of myself, but of anyone. I'm proud of it but it's hard for me to look at, because I can see exactly what I wanted to capture: the way I felt. It was, as I later wrote, pouring out my eyes.
You may notice a different look in the shot here. You may know what it is. You may guess. You may not care. Any of those are fine with me.
I will just say this: Life brings a lot of bad sometimes. Not because we deserve it. We can hope for good all we want, for the bad to be gone. That won't change things. All we can do is work through the bad, wait it out, do the best we can.
And sometimes life brings good. Not because we deserve it. We can wish for more of it, but why? Instead, we should grab a hold of what we get and celebrate the hell out of it.
These days, I'm celebrating. What a difference a few months can make. You have no idea.