this is my last post for the year so i almost feel obliged to write something. i haven't done that for a while. lately photography for me has become so personal that i dare not show it to anyone at all but i feel i have to. i must. i am most vulnerable in front of my camera, but i am learning to find strength in the fragile state it puts me in. all these pictures i am taking are all fragments of my memories, each with their own stories that i could not tell any other way. some i want to scream out loud to the whole world, at the top of my lungs. some i wish weren't mine to tell, but i am learning that i cannot always get what i want. i can't always be happy. i can't always be perfect. i can't always choose. so in whatever form these stories that have come to become mine, this year i have learnt to embrace them all, the good and the bad.
this year i felt like i lost myself countless times and it is as if i am constantly breaking into fragments and picking up the pieces, and becoming new again. it is as if i am climbing to the mountain top and falling to the bottom, time and time again. its all part of life i guess. i am growing up, and i am learning, and i am seeing, and i am giving and i am taking in. i am living.
2011 was the best and worst year of my life.