HUMAN WEATHER
For two decades...
Twenty one years in.
Still developing.
For two decades people called me
a wedding photographer.
But I was never
photographing weddings.
I was photographing
what leaked through them.
The silence after the last song.
Mascara at 2 a.m.
Flash catching cigarette smoke outside.
Hands gripping too hard
during slow songs.
People trying to survive
being loved in public.
Read the full transmission:
The chills I get all over my body from this. The world has been craving your work good sir.
Breathing fire straight from the Dragons mouth brother!!!🔥 🐉