Thrown into the chaos of life adrift at sea we find ourselves. Crashing, breaking, sinking. Upon the sands of time we find ourselves once more. Lost, alone, confused. Wanderers are we until at last we collapse it until at last we are guided. Follow the compass in your heart; float and refuse to sink.
Photography is a hobby. I am no where near close to “good” or ” great ” . This way to create is new to me, but I do enjoy it. It’s like when a young child tries to draw. ” here are some crayons! Make art!”
I’m just starting out. Right now I’m making the stick figures and scribbles, but one day I hope to create art. Some opinions of this would be helpful. Thank you.
Hello people of tumblr. I don’t think that this is a very classy account but you should follow anyway. Why? I may not be too classy, but I post very nifty things.
For instance, I post pictures like so. I may even post a little poem here or there. Mainly, however, I shall post pictures.
If you are fond of photography, which who isn’t, then follow away. Thanks!