Photography, Self Journal

No Words Just Photos

Sometimes I get a feeling, like I want to write about something, but the words are just beyond my reach.


I have something that I want to say, a feeling that I want to express, a moment that I want to capture.


But the words won’t come out.

Maybe that’s why I take pictures.


As much as I love taking pictures of pretty flowers, and things that most people would consider “regular photo subjects”



My favorites are ones like these, that make me think of something that I don’t have words for.


Like seeing glimpses of a mostly forgotten dream. Memories of a time that seems like it was lifetimes ago, but also, not that far past.