| it's really going to happen.
|
| |
| when a guest critique tells you you need to photograph in your own cultural language, what does that mean? does it mean my images need more hmongness to them like how i've told in the past? |
| |
| Ya is sleeping next to me while I'm trying to get this dreadful paper done. I'm quit amaze that in 7 weeks, I'll be done with school and hopefully off to graduate school in the fall. It has not hit me yet. I actually don't know when it'll hit me. Perhaps when I walk across that stage, it'll hit me then but until then it's going to be work, work. Making photographs has been my main objective as of late. Photographs are abundant and perhaps I'll share them soon enough but for now, this will have to suffice.
It is week 8 and seeing that there are only 7 more weeks to go, perhaps you should hurry up and make
Ya is sleeping next to me while I'm trying to write a dreadful paper. Life has been good to the both of us. We are surrounded by people we love and love us in return.
I can look at him from across the room and make him smile. that's important.
I've realize that as we drift apart, we've become quit different. our views are different and though I've realize this I've also realize that friendship comes in all shape and form and while this one has become unrecognizable I'll welcome it even though I don't share in your views or belief. perhaps we are more alike than we are different. I don't know. Perhaps, it's my ignorance but I do believe that I've tried to be open and welcoming of new idealogy and lifestyle. I do hope that one day you'll get to experience all the wonderful things I've experience and see life as I've seen it. Our relationship have always been a tumulchous one. We have always budded heads....
Ya's sleeping next to me, snoring. his body is warm.
|
| |
| I've been so busy as of late that there has been little time for him and I. We've been trying to make time but it's always hard with both of our schedule. We had lunch last week and than he came home early one night and had dinner and a movie with me. He sat through Bright Star and didn't even complain once about how slow the movie was. I suppose it's these little things that matter most for me. He really tries and even though I know I'm not giving as much as I should, I let him know everyday that I love him... most ardently. It's quit beautiful and silly but the truth is I wouldn't have it any other way. And though he doesn't tell me he loves me every day, I know that he does by his actions.
|
| |
