I am trying to decide what is the best for me and what is the worst. But I can't tell and all I seem to do is drown the seconds as I hope for the emptiness to disappear.
Can no longer pretend to know what I am doing. Just blindly wandering occassionally stumbling upon a portrait of heaven on these ugly asphalt streets. A lovely play of the form and color a perfect statement of my ugly mood. But it means nothing.
I think that documentary happens because a photographer wants it to happen. A photographer decides something should be documented, and he or she puts in the intellectual, as well as artistic effort.