The blur I call life

Most days I wake up not knowing what I am going to do. I then proceed to make a list, which Joe my boyfriend makes fun of me for. The list tells me what time and what exactly I am supposed to do. If I don't make these lists my life becomes a blur.

I just moved to Los Angeles, CA and before that I was still unsure of what and where I wanted to be. The "what" being the kind of photographer I can appreciate and be happy being. The "where" being my final destination. The sort of in-betweens I wanted to indulge in will have to come later because I have already reached my end destination.

Traveling has always been something I want to do; Walking through the streets of Paris, riding a gondola down the waters of Italy, driving through the hills of Ireland. Not only is it important to crave my ever growing taste for culture but it's important to my photography. I need to see the world through my lens because through my eyes it just isn't good enough.

I am not complaining about being in California, don't get me wrong. I have moved here with a wonderful man and the best dog in the world. I start headstrong and work my way backwards. This seems to be how I work best, at the forever continuing blur I call life.