" saturation point "


it's welling welling, swelling swelling. the thumb is in the dyke; the dam will surely burst.

always looking, observing, photographing, sometimes engaging, most of the time keeping distance. who will be the person who comes between my lens and i? who will have the patience, time, energy, or interest?

this is the point in the script where we reach the second act, and i'm not sure which genre i find myself in. seeking authenticity in everyday everythings, sometimes to small victories or dashed results.

tonight's homework:

set some time aside to observe the sunset. have a moment for yourself, and think about what the next step will be.