I‘ve been thinking a lot this week. Thinking about how, no matter what it is that you love to do, every field in this world is a power play. Whatever you want to do, you have to choose what position you’ll take. This evening, while I watched the sunset and snapped some shots, I decided that I’ll be true to myself, mostly because I’m stubbornly fond of sticking to my principles.
I also decided that I want to try and write more poetry. The story of why I stopped writing it a few years ago is quite sad to me. I felt that after using Spanish for so many college-related things for years, I couldn’t create in Spanish anymore; I had to get away. That’s why I started, gradually, seeking refuge in English. First I wrote prose, then I took baby steps into poetry. Now that I’m getting more in touch with beauty through photography, and since winter approaches and my photographical eye finds fewer things to shoot, I’ve started playing with words more and more, and I plan to keep it up.
These are some more shots from last weekend. You can see the sinking fishing boat I talked about in some of these shots; I want to back and see if it’s still there. According to my father, it’s not such a bad thing that it’s sinking, it will just take some patching up. A corner of my mind wonders what could be worse than sinking for a boat, but the rest of it doesn’t really want to find out.
I have a few more shots from that day, and a lot more from today. I just love sunsets, and I hope you aren’t bored of them!