hours stretching onward, nervous hands with a camera, awkward kisses and electric touches

ive grown up a bit, not nearly enough but a bit

im now an architecture student at pratt institute in brooklyn new york

its the hardest thing ive ever done in my entire life

but

ive rediscovered my camera

it never really went anywhere nor did my love for it rather i became jaded
so many other photographers so much empty art justasceneasimplerepeatableidea
of complete
junk

i became a bit tired of how contrived the notion of photography (and many other forms of art) were becoming in my town; all so limited

the isolation of moving to new york city and working long hours behind a desk has--in a way--torn me apart and pasted me back together in ways i couldve never anticipated

i was a fool to hold back every photo i took or idea i had but its okay because thats the entire process of growing

the move from a small texas town to nyc has been profound: both positively and negatively



any readers, please indulge my pretension. it's rewarding to have overcome such a mountain, reforged a love, and become fairly at peace with who i am


hope to be around more often,

-neil

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