CLICK HERE FOR EVIDENCE OF ME. BUT ALAN. BUT ME. US.
I started taking photos again. As me. As ALAN. Thoughtlessly. Not with my camera, with my crappy phone, because I stopped carrying my camera around with me, because I fell out of love with photography – or really, it fell out of love with me, and it hurt too much to have that weight hanging round my neck.
need to sort life out.
Here’s an example of what my journal should have looked like. But didn’t / doesn’t … because it doesn’t exist. That doesn’t mean it’s not real though,
My sister sent me this pic of my old school report that she found, ha. Must be from at least 20 years ago. Wow, I’m old.