Sad day
I realized that all my photos in between May and August are lost... Probably in a garbage can somewhere or in the hands of someone who managed to stumble upon them on the dark streets of the ave.
It's like, this huge gap in my life is gone.
Then again, that was the time in my life that I was the most fucked up, so maybe none of those photos were worth seeing. Maybe it wasn't meant to be documented, therefore it shouldn't exist anymore. It was meant to be a long, fucked up dream. One chaotic night that wouldn't end, all the specifics blurring together.
Truth is, I don't feel like taking pictures anymore. Since moving away from Seattle, I have found no one that I really want to photograph. No one with overwhelming personality and emotion, no one to catch the interest of my camera.
Maybe without these subjects I have absolutely no talent. They truly are the heart and soul of my work.
Looking to become inspired again..