"What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours -- that is what you must be able to attain." --Rainer Maria Rilke
Happy Birthday . . . to someone who is always happy to hear from me. to someone I can always, always count on. to someone who knows the good, the bad and the ugly and likes me anyway. to my friend and cousin.
this morning, I crossed paths with a little boy on his bike. He was riding to his friend's birthday party. I know that because hanging from the bike's handlebars was a plain brown paper bag with handles. On the bag, it read: "Happy 10th Birthday." Add this to my list of days when I wish I had my camera with me.
I always loved taking pictures, but it wasn't until I decided to take it more seriously that I discovered my passion for photography. I consider myself a collector of pictures and a student of photography.