One of the main reasons I love photography..
No, not that cheesy bouquet of flowers, prince charming from the movies, candlelit dinner under the stars type romance.
I’m talking about the romance you have for places and for moments in life. I’m talking about the nostalgic feeling you get when you look through an old family album. When you see a photograph of a place you have never even been before, but you feel homesick for it, you yearn to be there. When you’re walking alone, listening to the perfect song and everything suddenly looks like it’s straight out of a film.
I’m a huge daydreamer, and often dreaming about things that I would love to do or places I would love to be can leave me feeling empty. Being able to look through photographs that I have taken of my memories or of a place or a person, makes me feel complete again. It reminds me of the joy I have felt, the experiences that I have had and the amazing people I have met along the way.