There is something overwhelmingly beautiful in the art of photography.
The concept of bringing your thoughts, feelings, and inner world into your physical reality.
These dreams in which I have longed to live,
the emotions that I hold inside,
and the understanding that life is fleeting-
All of these feelings are caught in a single frame.
A moment in time that will never be repeated.
A dream that falls from your memory as you wake – the repetition; the rising and falling of each day that leaves only you behind.
Leaving only what you have made of yourself.
These photos are the pieces of me that I leave behind- the most vulnerable you will come to see me.
The happiest moments are those in which I stand behind a camera. There’s nothing more to it.
Every photo is a piece of me.