Photographic Chronicles


You miss me?



Think of all the possibilities. They’re endless.



“I’ll be just fine if you just stay here for a while.”



Sometimes it rains.



You weave a web of lies and cut vital strings along the way.



“I’m holding on to what I haven’t got. This is not the end; this is not the beginning.” 



A present from a friend.



“Night falls fast. Today is in the past.”



“Through shadow to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight…”



The quality of my choices tends to be “poor.”


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