So far everyday has been a new beginning. I’m now on 800 something images with this Ricoh camera (its only been a weekish) and I feel a curiosity within myself starting to return after I spent a few years resting. Not really resting but allowing myself to exist in the world a bit, something I don’t think I’ve ever really been fortunate enough to do. The losses I dealt with since 2018 really took me out and having a camera within arms reach kept me going somewhere or doing something; It pulls me out the funk. All that to say, having this new tool is providing some fresh air into my lungs and I’m thankful for everything, breathing again never felt so cool.

I saw these horses at a wedding and literally left the party to go photograph them. After several shots and long stares, the brides siblings came over to hangout with me and the horses. A white horse symbolizes death in some beliefs, the pale horse of the apocalypse. It’s not immediately what I thought of, but looking back I feel I needed something inside of me to die, to part ways with. I know exactly what needed to be rid of in order to let me feel this moment, I don’t have to spill it all on here. Seeing the pale horse made me happy and by looks of the images, it was happy to see me too.

a rant.