A different lens
just a girl and her sky
The grey clouds of the late autumn sky, a girl armed with only a camera. Searching for life, searching for emotions, searching to feel. The shadows, the textures, the twisted backstory only she could hear. She may not know what she’s doing but in this moment she is free. She looks to the sky to tell her story, unique at the end of each day.
The fiery sunset of a tuesday afternoon, a girl escaping the truth. Running from death, running from her new reality, running to the sky. It wasn’t much, just a cat, just her cat, her cat that was older than her and she had run, trying to delay the inevitable. She missed her chance but captured the final ray’s on the final day.
Blue skies of an afternoon turned dusk, a girl behind a wall. Hiding behind control, hiding behind adventure, hiding from fears. A walk with friends turned photoshoot, the laughter, the poses, the snaps. She put on a face, put up the wall, she looked perfectly fine, happy even. The sky was the brightest part of her day.
The whitest moon of the darkest night, a girl looking for answers. Needing to be seen, needing to be heard, needing that comfort. She sees herself in her photos, there but just a light. No details, no defining features, no beautiful view. Just a glowing orb in the blackest sky, there but overlooked.
