I was in love with reading at first. I started reading at the age of four and practically did not stop for 14 years. Every extra second I found was dedicated to reading. Writing came later. I had only written in my diaries for the first 24 years of my life, but then blogs became popular and I started writing for a bigger audience. Every moment I spent writing was a moment of Zen. I do not exaggerate if I say that I left the earthly world and came back to it when the words were finally out of my head. That passion was so powerful that when it mellowed, it needed multiple replacements. First I flirted with carpentry but I did not have the time, patience, or a dedicated place for it. Working out had become a part of my life for a few years, reading made a comeback, my interest in cinema and then popular TV shows lingered, and cooking continued to have a place, but it was only when photography came along that I found my moments of Zen again. These thoughts came to me last night as I left the Lincoln Memorial walking on Ohio Drive towards my car. I checked the Vietnam Veterans Memorial looking in search of the right light, looked at the tourists for a portrait subject, and finally decided to take photos of the monument in low light. I took tens of photos in the process and in the end, there were only two that I liked. I rejected nineteen of every twenty photos I had taken, but I was happy in the end. Photography is nothing other than writing with light This is how I write now.
