Dreams

Have you ever woke up one day and realized that you have let your dreams go? This is not always bad, but it is a reality. Dreams come and go with life's changes. Desires wax and wane. I have always dreamt of being an artist of some sort. I can't paint or draw to save my life. I have tried. I toiled in my parents basement with canvas after canvas and let's just say--I would not have passed art class. I found an outlet for my creativity early on through writing and later on through photography. I moved to California at a young age to persue my dream of photography. I went to Brooks Institute of Photography, but it wasn't what I had hoped. As with any professional training there are restrictions on what you can and cannot do. I was stifled by the exercises that would teach me to be a photographer. I also was not ready to be the person I dreamt of being. I was a lost soul trying to find not only my place in the world but myself. I learned that you cannot realize a dream until you know yourself. I have come to a place where I now know myself. I have found my creative center again. I am lucky that I have a model who will pose for me and not worry about how the pictures turn out. I will continue to explore my creative side and will post my photos here on occasion. Thank you for letting me share my dream with you.