I sometimes looked back at my old scribbles...ideas, is what I used to call them back then, but things changed. Damn it, I feel like I'm forcing myself to type sometimes...i don't want to and, i don't know
what to, merge with one another and really make it hard for me to
put my thoughts on paper.
...i had the dream again...
dream? fucking nightmare more like it, its been reoccurring for so
long I can't help but start
believing its a memory...
its strange...sometimes i dream in photographs, but lately the same image has been popping into my head every night. where am i? what's causing that light? and who is that person?
Respectfully yours,
The Frontier Photographer