For sometimes the wanting is just an echo of a whisper on the nape of your neck.
Don't wish, don't start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
A quick note: I've been thinking a lot lately, and I think I might begin some sort of project come new years. Maybe a 365, but more likely a 52 week. I've just been so lost lately when it comes to photography. Which is ridiculous because I've been living in one of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful places in the world. And I've been inspired -- god knows I've been inspired -- but I haven't been doing anything with the inspiration, I haven't been taking advantage of this new city I'm lucky enough to call home. But I'm back now. I'm back. I'm back and burning and so full of inspiration I think I might just burst. So I have decided to begin either a 365 day or 52 week project. A project that I know will push me to grow -- as a person, as a photographer, as an artist. I know it won't be easy. I know I'll want to quit many times. But I'm not going to. I'm going to push through. I'm going to rise to the challenges. I want to grow. I want to be better.
I used to be eighteen and striving.
Now I'm nineteen and inspired.
Bring it on.