MORNING TEA

Good morning.
Breakfast with some homemade biscuits.

And suddenly started raining. 

My intimate,

my child,

my precious.

You.

All of my photos will came out from my fears.
From our dead bodies, yet still alive 

for our sorrow. 
                                                        A. 

In these days I have been very depressed because I am still chased by my fears. I am scared of being dull and conventional. I am scared of not showing that I am up to the task.
So I am 
still here, writing about

nothing.

Tomorrow I will be in the wood in contact with nature, looking for inspiration.
This will be my beginning, despite it's a long time I don't take any photographs. I feel I could change everything, I feel I could start all over again.

Maybe, this is the right one. I need this right one.