Mornings are quiet.
Sometimes altogether too quiet, and too still. I scan the room, utterly silent on the outside but mind ablaze with to-do lists, daydreams, wondering when or if I'll ever actually return to a normal sleep schedule. My eyes stop on the shelf in the corner of the room where I keep my cameras. Mixed in with some of my favorite photographs, I start to reminisce about how long I've had a camera attached to me. For the first time possibly ever, I took a trip over the New Year and didn't pack a single one of them.
My perspective on this flips and flops between regret and excitement, but the more I think about it, the more I lean more toward contentment. I was able to stop and enjoy moments instead of grabbing my camera (which I still instinctively reached for a time or two) to capture it that way. I cherish these moments more because I know they belong only to me.




It reminds me of a time when I was little. When waiting for film to be developed was like the countdown to Christmas morning. I miss what has now become a slightly inconvenient but nostalgic preference. So I have been expanding my collection of older cameras, and I couldn't be happier about it.
I've been bound quite deeply to nostalgia as I think comes naturally with any photography lover, so being able to look into the past through a lens that has seen far more than I ever will is exhilarating.


My cameras are my constant companions. Truth be told, I prefer to be behind the lens rather than in front of it. I feel so at home with a camera in my hand and my face pressed up to the viewfinder.


Primark top//vintage jeans
(my uniform when I'm behind the lens, the slouchier the better)

I love to see the world through a lens. This Hawkeye was a Christmas gift and it has been permanently glued to my hand since I returned home. It even came with an original roll of film, and there was a used up roll inside of it. History and photography, two of my biggest weaknesses. I want to delve further in to photography this year, and I'm very excited to share what I hope is a period of exponential growth with you all.
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