The First Day of Summer

Shoot! I stopped shooting again. I lost track of time, got lost in the pandemic, and got lost in my mind. I hope I never take things so seriously again – unless they need to be taken so but I’m nearly certain I overreacted and pushed myself over again. And of course! I lost track of my pen. I stopped writing, typing, thinking and made a mess with no distinction of the friction in my choosing and the stink I made of losing, my way of being that’s proven to keep me sane from dark illusion.

Hot garbage is mental wealth. I mean mental health. I mean the garbage stinks because of the chicken juice and the house is dark because the sun intrudes. And it’s hot outside. We might disagree but to me that means with certainty and absolutely no ambiguity – stop confusing me! – that it’s undoubtedly, the day today, for which I’ve been waiting patiently. It’s the first day of summer.

Rest, recover, recuperate. Revive, reboot, appreciate.

28mm – just one lens. No need to take things so seriously anymore, the camera is my friend.