School started and routines are setting in.
By the time I'm home, I'm doing everything it takes to be in bed.
Also, haven't had internet for a week now and haven't missed it.
God has put much joy in my heart that life is too carefree for me.
It seems that 2012 is the year my work is published in magazines; at 21, that ain't too bad.
Shooting everyday has been impossible since classes started, but I'm shooting more often than not.
Been on my own for the past two weeks and loved it.
I like doing photography but I love that I don't "love it" as a job; I love people. Photography stems from that, not the other way around.
I can't have goals for myself. I just don't get the importance of achieving them. I'm not less without them.
This blog is not my own—600+ followers since my absence? Yeah, that's God.
I finally purchased a Russian film camera I've been admiring for a time now. I did conquer the Russian technology of the time (brilliant by the way—light metering is manual!) but the camera was faulty. It will be on its way to the Ukraine this weekend. I'm glad I failed though, if that makes sense.
Life is wonderful—but because it's quite the opposite; ugly, sinful, complicated, in desperate need of God.
True peace is when you don't care for encouragement nor critique.
The only constant in my life is that I cannot do without God.