i went to breakfast with a bunch of people the other day & driving home they were blasting biggie & were all singing along & i just kind of sat there. it made me realize i never really fit in with anyone in lancaster & while there are exceptions, for the most part i never felt comfortable here or that i could be me.
im working on a book of short stories. ive had a creative burst lately. ive been writing a lot & taking a lot of notes & trying to pay attention to details in certain situations. with every passing day im learning more about the people around me who they are & what makes them tick im trying to do the same to myself.
i rediscovered the photo that made me realize i wanted photography to be more than a hobby.
this photo has such an uneasy feeling to it but not in a bad way, if that makes sense. & i dont usually strive to follow in the footsteps of other photographers but i want to be able to evoke this much emotion from my photographs. & when the image first appeared on the screen i got that same feeling in my gut that i did 2 years ago & to me thats a powerful image.
lancaster makes me stress & worry & not sleep & im fucking sick of it. im going away for a few days then im back for 2 days gone again & then its back to dc by the 7th. theres more to say & vent but im not in the mood.
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