In which I live in the past

Found myself taking photos by the bay almost a year to the date, under very similar circumstances.
This time around last year I was preparing to make a film and I was so sure I was headed somewhere; now here I am, shooting a documentary and feeling as lost as ever.





It's strange how often we repeat ourselves and yet how much we change from one moment to the next.



The years are short but the days are so long.

roxas blvd

here's to looking back

and to love