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PHOTOassignment ONE.

okay im just reallly reluctant to start on my readings... so... i decided to post the photos i took for my photo asg thusfar. okay, they aren't breath-taking but they certainly are the few photographs that i have actually placed a good amount of thought into crafting them. Im actually amazed at how different a purposeful shot is composed and appears as compared to one i snap at whim (then spend the next half of the day deleting most of them). a sign that like speaking, i really ought to think before i shoot?

On Memory

On Imagination

What lies behind the door?

I realised the juxtaposition of contrasts tend to inspire thoughts that one might never fanthom was possible.


On Reflection


On Negotiation


On Astonishment


On Play

Play is spontaneous,
sometimes funny,
most of the time silly,
but always,

good for the soul.


On Emotions

As we grow older, it almost seems childish to revel in the positive ideals of love, let alone play with stuffed toys. So when I took this picture, it made me smile in my heart.

A part of us always want to be loved,
a part of us never wants to grow up.

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