Saturday, July 16, 2016

Written Photography

       I have a friend who has the same interest as I have, takes the best memories and has the best opportunities. Unfortunately, she never came back. Yes, I do need her because I'm hate being alone. Not the actual solitary thing, it just that having time with technology might get tedious soon. 

      Want to know her? Her name is CAMY THE CAMERA. It's not really weird, trust me, it's NOT. Having the most functional item helps me achieve my ambition which is being a professional photographer. If you're expecting something in a higher level, it's not. I'm just a photographer, not very outgoing type yet I'm trying to be one. 
  
      When it comes to the likeness of photos today, most of them are mostly photo-edited which attracts a lot of people, but from my own perspective, these photos are bit too much. I'm not saying I hate photos, I only want to balance my interest in such. Instead, I'm interested in hand-drawn art because it's basic and has simplicity. Yes, I like to keep things simple. 

       Wondering why some of the words are poetic? It's because I also love to write stories, songs and poems. Like I said, don't expect something higher. I do write songs, only when I'm bored. Sometimes I do like stories with pictures because I can understand the plot easily. I also like stories with no pictures because it helps me visualize the every aspect of a story. 

       What I do really hate the most in reading is skipping a chapter. It only gives me the pain where I have to return to the part I read the last time.  
       
        I have two hobbies which are difficult to master and it's true that you can't master two things at the same time, but with determination in my grasp, there's nothing that can stop me. 

       Look, I'm just an ordinary writer who loves photography. Trust me, I am.  

1 comment:

  1. My name is Jafar
    I came from afar
    There's a bomb in my car
    Allahu Akbar

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