Reflecting on the past year: I love the number 2010, but it was a tricky year for everyone I know. And yet: my God, it's almost hard to believe that there are now friends in my life that I did not know one year ago today.
I want to thank each of you - those people I haven't yet met, strangers out there in the ethernet, who look at my words and pictures while I sleep or walk about. My life feels so enriched from visiting your blogs. It's strange: even the art of street style shooting - going up to strangers and asking to steal their images, something that in some cultures is forbidden - the trust that goes into allowing a stranger to 'take' one's photo - just simply by overcoming my innate shyness and challenging myself to do it, has brought some really cherished friends into my world. I'm grateful to each person who has taken that leap of faith: trusting that I will treat their image with respect.
Sometimes it hits me, a lightbulb moment: every act we do, no matter how large or small, has a ripple effect, somewhere in the world. What a scary, yet exciting, thought.
This isn't the last post I'll do in 2010, or perhaps it is, but there's always this feeling at the end of the year like you've gotta cram everything in: like the world will end tomorrow. Only it doesn't: we just wake up and it's another day.
Photo taken by my ex boyfriend David's brother Mike, of his then boyfriend, Joe, and me. Some summer, some year gone past, somewhere in Connecticut.
There are so many songs I love, but for you kids out there, here's one your Old Man might know:
Reach out your hand, if your cup be empty. If your cup is full, may it be again.
Let it be known: there is a fountain that was not made by the hands of men.