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Melancholic narrations

So it seems arbitrary, but it's amazing how many times it's the little things, right... The little things that define us, not only to ourselves but to others out there. Sometimes it's not about choices but about the consequences alone, of a choice! Completely incomplete and all the meanderings in between while we try intently to forge a direct line between point A and point B.

And so it goes...

The beauty while in bloom is quickly removed by the narration of time... And replaced with a vestige, a mild reminder of what was, what was lost, gone or dead. But so it goes...

whats in a photo...?

Yes I guess many would say people who take photos miss the small moments, cos they're too obsessed with whats happening behind the lens, well I agree and I don't agree. I would just have disagreed but a while ago while travelling with my wife she alluded to the fact that I shouldn't just focus on the photos, but also need to take things in, adsorb, experience, etc. and she's right, very much so... Its important (for me) to get the photos, but my motivation is now different, I know only take photos if there is something that will allow me to express my art, to capture something special, odd, unexpected etc. but I don't wander around taking photos for the hell of it. I've realised that I've grown as a photographer, so when I enter a place or context I very quickly identify photos to take if any, if there is nothing I put my camera away and take in the scenes, the life, and absorb whats going on around me. I prioritise the experience, when the scene or con...

And so you think you are special...

Remember, your state of senses, your head-space if you will, is directly related to the situations, moments and people you are involved with at any given time, so before you lose yourself, first unbundle the other aspects and interrogate them a little... then take a step or two back and piece things together again, you'll feel better I promise, it may not last but just that moment of relief is worth a bunch! I know.

Purgatory… Indeed!

When day and night feel like something in-between, and good and bad are neither, then you know emotions and thoughts are topsy turvy too and shouldn’t be trusted in entirety. Tough times are about surviving, but not at the expense of appreciating one’s reality. You gotta take ownership of the deception otherwise you could get lost in the 'fakeness' of the surviving. And when it’s time to re-emerge and be true to you again, you can’t, because you’ve lost the defining bits of you and things don’t fit together like they used to. Purgatory is fine for a time, remember to boss it, lest it consumes you…

If only…

If only we knew what was going to happen, we could plan so much better, and yet it’s in all the planning that we forget about living. So maybe the fact that the future is indeed unknown is the motivating factor (or should be) for living a bit more carefree, a little less circumspect and a whole lot more living.