there are too many days that i don’t care for photography. and i am not talking about the fact that the business of photography that makes me apathetic towards it. although that aspect contributes to my apathy, there is something deeper that naws away at me. if i would so kind as to let my intuition speaks it part, i would dare say that it’s my general repulsion towards the outer beauty that fuels that apathy. the tension lies in my active outer act of seeking beauty and my dormant inspiration to cultivate and recognize inner beauty. obviously a non dualistic recognition of the inner and outer would be ideal but massive bombardment of the outer have left me dumb blind and deaf.
