9.4.10

Seeing beyond the scene

Beautiful photographs makes my heart ache with longing. (Sometimes) my eyes begin to well up with tears and I begin to pine for some unknown thing. This onslaught of puberty like symptoms was recently (and thankfully) laid to rest when I discovered that, the pining is a result of the resigned acceptance of my inability to 'see' the way a photographer does.

An Infinite Dozen Times

A dozen doesn't seem like much.  It reminds me of eggs, as it does everyone else. It also reminds me of loaves of bread. Maybe because, ...