Photographers and writers do the same thing. I think that is why I am drawn to both. Both are called to be outside of themselves and very in tune with their surroundings. Sometimes they are much more inside themselves and their emotions, however. They are interpreters and capturers. Do they sacrifice living for this duty? Or do they live it twice because of it. I haven’t even figured that out yet. I sometimes think all of these things. That we are contradictions of a sort. A beautiful, intuitive, deep kind. I miss the days I had the time and will to live in this mind all the time. It is a beautiful place to live.