I wonder if I ever find my way out from under the pile of photographs waiting to be edited. I am not even shooting that much at the moment, but the pile doesn't seem to be getting any smaller. I feel like I'm 13 again and only just starting blogging. Except that it isn't and it's much harder to get noticed. The artist is sad without his audience and I really wish I could share with more people. Trying to understand the rules of the game and not letting it ruin the fun I'm having while being creative. There is nothing else there for me, I must create and there isn't anything to "give up" to. I can only give up to whatever creative power feels like speaking through me sometimes. I think we need to work on our relationship a little bit harder.
I love Parisian doors. There is so many unique pieces, they are like treasures for me, I love collecting them. It's so much fun to notice all the different details of Parisian architecture, just waiting for you to discover them. This city is a bottomless treasure chest. Forever inspiring. You could spend a lifetime walking these streets and you will be surprised how there will always be something you haven't noticed before. I do get bored of Paris sometimes, but it's more the loneliness. If you keep being curious, you will always find a new corner of the city with so much to offer.
Sometimes I think that this city grows inwards, the longer I live here. That the details I haven't noticed before just simply weren't there. New dimensions opened for me to explore and as I walk the city it expands for me, more and more. Magic lives here, but you have to have the courage to not let the mundane kill your sense of wonder. Look around. Look up. Let yourself be amazed at all the history and beauty that surrounds you.