I dream of falling.
It's not a dream common to angels. After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them. We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on. All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable. A joy, a graceless power. Flight.
Humans dream of it often, I am told. It makes sense. They have no wings save for what they create with their hands. Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters. Kites. They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street.
And yet I dream of f
Currently an Ancient Studies major with a minor in Photography. The study is the passion of my mind and photography is the passion of my expression. God is the passion of my heart. I only hope that everything I do is a reflection of that.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
MCR - but these things change every so often
Favourite Books
The Scarlet Pimpernel'; Dracula; Crime and Punishment; Neverwhere; On,Off; Sherlock Holmes; A Nice Girl Like You; other stuff I can't think of at the moment
Tools of the Trade
Nikon D3000
Other Interests
Reading, people-watching, learning, thinking, deep discussions, laughing
It's literally been a year and a half since I updated my journal. I don't really feel like saying anything personal and don't actually use this as a journal. But it was getting awkward looking at that old one. So here is this one.
Clearly 2nd semester started quite some time ago... But. That's not my point.
I'm taking a studio photography class this semester and its awesome. i'm totally loving it.
I get way more control and way more artistic freedom than in my previous photojournalism classes.
Its so shazam :)