I'm out everyday.

Honestly...

I can say rather candidly that I was near the verge of death by cause of exhaustion, but the thought of participating in a different activity in my free time eludes me. I will always enjoy taking photos, the more precarious the situation the better. Did I presume that photos taken hours past the stroke of midnight would fare well? Did I plan the rolling fog, or schedule myself around it?

No. I simply saw the opportunity and did well not to waste it. Sometimes one must simply accept art for what it is, as a meaning or purpose may not be immediate. Often times, my friends ask: "How do you get pictures to be so good?" Some assume it's the camera, or a natural talent, or that a scene is particularly photogenic. I want to remind everyone that I am only trying.