Alone in Nature
For some unknown reason, I like to take photos of dried branches. What does that say about my psyche? Especially with a grey background. On a clear day, I may take such a photo, but I'll be put off at the sight of even a hint of cloud; I just want the pure untouched blue sky. I haven't taken many since. Sunlight seeping through, making a cinematic feel. These kind of photos are rare; I was just testing my phone camera. It was all about the shaky effect, nothing in focus. If these were the photos that summed up my life, I'm pretty much screwed, I think.