As I try to get over from things I missed, I find out that there's no better way to do this than to read (Mark Twain, specifically his
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court) and to review the past photos I took with
Kony1. Being an 18-year-old with serious identity problems, I cannot seem to commit myself with something serious, such as professional photography or anything that has the word "professional" in it. The pictures I took reflects this attitude, for they're grounded on the mundane. Take for instance, the following photos:
And I'm happy with these. Perhaps someday I would try learning other photography techniques, but it is very clear to me, that that someday, at least now, can hardly qualify as "soon."
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1 Kony, a Nikon D3000 and a racist camera (--apparently his "subject is too dark" comments are not always taken lightly by its other users--), is one of my prized possessions (whose name I got from a leader of a guerilla group) along with
Soul, my laptop, and
Jeanne, my phone. I have this odd (i.e. awesome) habit of naming things with the names of nonfiction villains and/or conquerors.
Soul is actually just short for Mussolini, you know.
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