Me

I am a photographer. I sit and stare at my self-portrait and look deep within myself, deep within these dark brown eyes. It’s like staring into a mirror. I gaze with question. What can I learn from this portrait? What can I learn from me?

Pillows

Pillows and pillows of clouds.

Dream

For a while, I sit and observe from behind watching experienced surfers go in to the ocean on this overcast day. They like having the waves all to themselves.

This young buy sits there wishing he wasn't a wanna-be boogie-boarder grom, nevertheless he is. He doesn't ponder over things too much as he just wants to have fun. He dreams big.

So, I am not sure if I'd rather be the experienced surfer OR that young boy who dreams big?