Sunday, April 17, 2011

roads are all the rage

So I've noticed that I've taken a fair number of photographs involving roads lately. And inadvertently, they've become some of my favorite photographs as of late.

give me a sign

my deer

Quelqu'un m'a

we are here (together)

the end of the road

the road not taken



and then came Autumn

Thursday, April 7, 2011

quantitative results and "standardized tests" will never be indicative of a person's true substance.

 I will never have the satisfaction of hearing you praise me—that has never happened before, and I doubt that it ever will. Is it so much to ask for even the smallest, tiniest bit of recognition for what I’m successful at instead of always only ever hearing all my flaws over and over again on repeat like a broken record?

How much shit do I have to do and take to get even the slightest bit of hope or support from these people?