On Writing

I don’t usually write things about myself up in this piece for many reasons, most of all being, I like the work to speak for itself and me to sorta stay silent.  But I might consider breaking my silence for just this one time.

But first a photo:

Yes, this is the inside of a bookstore obviously.  I have a great and long standing love of words and bookstores are some of my favorite places in the world.  It has been my long standing fantasy to live in an apartment attached to a bookstore or above a bookstore.  Modest, I know.

My love of words led me to a career in words, more specifically writing and journalism.  I gave up journalism about a year ago and I frankly have never looked back.  My love for journalism gradually turned to hatred and I was happy to say goodbye to it and also to writing.  Lately though I have realized that maybe I was too hasty in saying goodbye to writing and that I might actually start to like that again.

I also realized that I really do love to express myself through pictures and not words.  Other people’s words can be colorful and carry emotional impact, but for me, pictures fill that role.  Funny how a trip to a bookstore makes one realize that.

Anyway, more photos from my fair trip to the bookstore:

Check out the book titles on the right.  Really interesting.  And this just defies all rational explanation: