During a transition time of my own, I'm accompanied by the many who just graduated college and now have that overwhelming since of, "what now?"
Quitting a job that pulled me away from photography, I've finally set my feet in front of one another to follow what I've set my heart on: construction of imagery.
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness Ready and poised to wax or wane; A fire of pale desire in incompleteness, Tending to pleasure or to pain:- Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness To perfect loss or perfect gain. Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness; This world is all on wax, on wane: When shall completeness round time's incompleteness, Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?- Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness To finished loss or finished gain.