||[déc. 12e, 2010|09:09 pm]
Swiss Miss Apocalypse
Going through my old pictures has got a thousand and one memories and thoughts|
running through my head.
Be it shoots of others, my travel photographs or random pictures I've taken over the years....
they leave me hyperventilating.
Feels like that particular picture (be it in San Francisco, Tel Aviv, NYC, LA or down my street) was THE apex of my life, the climax, THE moment that I will remember fondly until the end.
There's no way to describe it, really, just knowing that IT happened and is now over....
and the only proof I was there lies in a single image.
One that can be destroyed/lost/forgotten so easily, yet holds so much value to me.
It embodies my youth, a time of freedom, adventure and all the things we ALL feel are slowly slipping away,
one day at a time (or rather morphing, into something else, something equally wonderful)
I can't really describe it,
maybe that's why I'm so into photography -
because maybe I know I will never figure it out, but the path to that conclusion will be an interesting one.