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15th September 2011

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PROJECT 365: 193 And Project 365 still lives! Even though the entire purpose was long defeated, with a one-year project nearing its two-year anniversary, I would feel defeated if I put it to sleep without a reasonable explanation. Because truth is, there is no reasonable reason to put a halt to passion. To attain passion, you must be driven by another passion. View it as a domino affect. My first love was my muse for what my camera could capture. I especially excelled in wedding photos and photo shoots for other couples because I could easily identify what love was. My love was bona fide, and that alone influenced my perception on how love should be. However, when he left, my muse left. I lost a boyfriend, a best friend, and my sole inspiration. Yow! Talk about a dent to the ego. Photography is my release. It is my voice to my inner emotions. I won’t sugarcoat the reality— when my emotions went to shit, so did my photography. I sucked it up and attempted photo shoots here and there, but I was never satisfied with the outcome. It was so… staged. These photos lost authentication. So maybe it was my mistake for depending on someone to give me that drive. It was beautiful while it lasted, though I’m picking up my camera again with a new muse in mind. Myself :) Oh, and if you were wondering, that bungee-looking-basilisk in the photo is my remote. Lost my wireless =P

PROJECT 365: 193

And Project 365 still lives!

Even though the entire purpose was long defeated, with a one-year project nearing its two-year anniversary, I would feel defeated if I put it to sleep without a reasonable explanation. Because truth is, there is no reasonable reason to put a halt to passion.

To attain passion, you must be driven by another passion. View it as a domino affect. My first love was my muse for what my camera could capture. I especially excelled in wedding photos and photo shoots for other couples because I could easily identify what love was. My love was bona fide, and that alone influenced my perception on how love should be. However, when he left, my muse left. I lost a boyfriend, a best friend, and my sole inspiration. Yow! Talk about a dent to the ego.

Photography is my release. It is my voice to my inner emotions. I won’t sugarcoat the reality— when my emotions went to shit, so did my photography. I sucked it up and attempted photo shoots here and there, but I was never satisfied with the outcome. It was so… staged. These photos lost authentication.

So maybe it was my mistake for depending on someone to give me that drive. It was beautiful while it lasted, though I’m picking up my camera again with a new muse in mind. Myself :)

Oh, and if you were wondering, that bungee-looking-basilisk in the photo is my remote. Lost my wireless =P

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