I Wished For You, Too

The years have been hard, A dullness, a dark room without any light. Hands always stretching out ahead, chasing, Everything always just out of reach. I thought of you when I needed some colour in the darkness, A flash of hope, of what I might one day find. I always had you in the back … Continue reading I Wished For You, Too

Up Close and Personal

  What if I liked living here? Friend says, "There is nothing to photograph here." My mind says, "The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust. There is no privacy here. But this, right now feels so private. There is no one here but me. I feel so … Continue reading Up Close and Personal