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31deg29'26.87" N. 65deg50'11.93" E., Asia Minor, Azerbaijan
Everything that could possible happen between people happens during photography. It’s cool to see life thru a lens and play out on that stage over and over again. For me photography is a chance to peek in the human condition a little bit and see what makes people human and too see what makes them tick. It could be love, hate, stress, fear or anything for that matter but I have seen it through photography. I love it and I have to see that real burn out. If I saw photography as a job then I would get burnt out. I love to see a different way on how to understand people and even the relationships between people. Seeing so much beauty, emotion and action in photography made me open my eyes. Every day and ever place I walk I see something I can capture with a camera. I am always making notes and creating my own Rolodex of ideas. When I photograph, I document life happening before my eyes. It’s dynamic, fluid, and I must react to what’s happening before me to capture its essence. I love the problem solving and the hunt that comes along with photography.

What is a dream?

A subconscious wish?

A desire?

A warning?

A premonition of things to come?

Or an assessment of things you have done?

Dreams make what you wish come true,

And then by day they haunt you.

They scream the things you don’t want to say,

And show your mind your heart’s desire.

Dreams make life so much more real,

But also they make it so unreal.

Dreams give us dreams give us dreams,

Pushing us onwards towards our goals.

Dreams remind us of what we feel,

And what we know in our hearts to be real.

A dream is a subconscious mindgame,

Making our hearts grieve,

Making us want what’s not real,

Or things that will never be.

A dream can be fickle,

A evil whore,

Making us beg for more.

Overspending our energy and resources,

Chasing dreams which are out of reach.

Dreams can be dashed with one small word,

Or a look, or a tear, or a smile, or a frown,

They can tear our lives apart,

Or turn it around.

A dream is a dream is a dream,

But they seem impossible,

And I don’t know why we have them,

Or what they are supposed to mean.