It sits silently waiting for its time to shine. All that potential, all that dreamy vivid colours just redundant beneath the lens. light compact, it fits snugly in his hands. Unable to feel the wight he wields it with ease. Turning here, shooting there, fast and reliable. It was neglected. A few days ago, he picked it up, wondering why he had it in the first place. A pleasant surprise, the ease of shooting, the simple controls the unlimited possibilites for creative control. He is mesmerized. Never leaves his side. Simple things turn beautiful through the plastic eye. A splash of colour, a stretching of bright lights, a twin set of images, it is pleasing to the eye. Take it, use it, adore it; shoot people, animals, flowers, objects; in the sun, in the sky, in bright lights, in the dark, in the red light, in blue. In the end what it turns out is what is truly you. This has been an ode to my Holga 135.

Its been a while since i posted anything on DA. Too long perhaps. It was either the lack of pictures that i took or the fact how I think My pictures are sub-par. I think its the inferiority complex that many of us suffer from. I have seen it in many of my peers her work is better than mine his shit is better than any of mine. However after much consideration I have come to realise that no matter what i do my work will never be good enough. This is a bad thing but could potentially be a good one as well. If I find my work to be below average I might just find the drive to push myself to better my photography and it may or it may not make a difference. Whichever way it turns out, its the effort that count. to me it makes all the difference. This Journal post will signify the shift in the inferior complex paradox. With that being said, there will be many more pictures to come hence, the calm before the storm.

i am going to awana kijal this weekend and if i don't come back with good pictures i will kill polo. this is a death note to my photographic passion.

the winding path to self distruction has taken its toll on my well being. with all the confusion amidst the chaos, i picture myself in the middle of it all, serenely looking towards you. and all i see is me. i havent been taking pictures lately. i really want to start again. from now on its D40 all over the place. the more photos i take the more chances there will be one that doesnt suck. i think i will.

Ravens ate my heart

Look up at the world yonder,
My heart torn wide asunder;
The melancholy words of the poet,
Reached into me and triggered my sonnet;
I slowly feel the sting,
Of the treacherous melancholy grin;
Rendering me inescapably unconscious,
Towards the happiness that I once honored;
So I leap into the chasm,
That will end this empty poem;
The days ahead will only bring death,
But live life and fear not the last breath.