I've spent the past four years somewhat tongue-tied. I once wrote long heartfelt journals that brought me closer to my circle of friends and to the world beyond.
Then it all came crashing down.
Blogging was the impetus of major changes in my life... drawing in and pushing away.
Over time I became hurt by things I saw and read, and I'm sure the shoe was on the other foot as well... so I stopped writing. I insulated myself first by just changing the subject matter to trifles. That gave me no pleasure at all and writing became a chore. Eventually I just used my photography to convey emotion and felt utterly incapable of putting words to my feelings.
Things have changed.
My life is completely different now; I want to experiment with my words in much the same way I've been able to control colors and light. I don't intend to be explicit, I'd rather have my intent leap from between the lines.
This may not work out at all. I may end up with only a handful of entries sitting under a layer of dust. But even so, at this moment... for the first time in years I feel like I can publish my thoughts and have them just be that... my thoughts.
4 comments:
Cool. Good luck. I missed your first go-round, so can't comment, but if you blog at all like you take photographs (well, that is), I'm looking forward to reading more.
yay! you're blogging. :)
first I sleep. then I read. can't wait!
Thanks y'all... not sure how much time will allow me to write but I'll do what I can.
awesome awesome awesome.
it really is incredible how diving deep into photography robs us of our words, I had the exact same experience. I feel as if I say it so much clearer with an image than a tangle of words...
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