A Freedom Unfathomed

Alone in the dark.

Blind but enlightened.

The contrast stark.

From what is hidden.

Deaf to all.

Cymbals ring out.

A high to call.

A musical cult.

Inner freedom.

Unleashed within me.

As short as a thump.

Too fast to see.

Away its gone.

On my knees I fall.

Just another one.

The night I call.

From the Heart

I spend a lot of my nights sitting in front of my computer, music blaring in my ears, just reading photographers.

I noticed unlike a lot of people, I don't go to photography websites to look at photos, I go to read. I'm also really bad at reading boring technical stuff, like where to place lights and camera settings. I go to read about the experiences of the photographers, to feel what they felt, to learn their emotions, to understand their soul, to know them as people, as individuals in their own right.

Photography, to me, is more than just being able to set up and read lights, its more than being able to tweak settings accordingly, its more than just skill. Its emotion. Its music in your heart. Its that nudge you get that makes you want to smile, laugh, cry. Its capturing and freezing an emotion to mummify it to last throughout the ages.

Photography is from the heart.