Over this weekend I began photographing a close friend and it turned out interesting. I can see here that the use of body and body expressions were becoming relevant throughout the photos. Looking up to the sky. Looking up to the sky. Reach for something far away. What is your hunger? 8220;I.

Some memories are knocked out by ether, suddenly, inexplicably like death. But there are those which hold on like kites, stubbornly clinging on meshed fence despite pressured wind, rain or snow. She was nine years old when she ran through the night in terror, thinking her mother was dead. It had been the worst fight yet. Sometimes the pain is unyielding,. Chasing ghosts at midnight, i.