Part two of this.
This is obviously quite an old photograph (from mid-january) which is strangely almost a year ago. When this photo was taken I was in love with photography, I was tired of school and everyone in it, I was ready to graduate, and I was just living- breathing. Not really alive. I'm alive now… I love school, I have graduated and feel like i've started my life somewhat. But i’m sad to say that i’ve lost my photographic love, i’ve barely touched my camera since i’ve been at school and I hate admitting that. I have taken photos but only for certain purposes- never just for fun anymore. Flickr was an outlet, a diary for me where I met some of the greatest people in the world. I really want to continue with this but I am just unsure at the moment if I can. a lot of things are quickly being lost, however I am so thankful for everything that I have gained in the last few months: amazing friends, a new location, late night heart to hearts (even if that means terrible early mornings), and most of all- happiness.
I spent most of my day today in a hospital room holding my grandfathers hand. it gave me hours to think more than I wanted to, and it made me realize a lot: that i'm lucky, that I have to take the chance, and that I need to learn again.