Spirits

Spirits gliding in the mist of one another

You greet me in the night

You are my favourite ghost

You cover me with my blanket head to toe 

Protecting me from the monsters underneath my bed 
The skeletons in my closet

A Poem A Day, Keeps The Doctor Away

Tis' another year. Full of new adventures, experiences, failed resolutions and memories to slide into our back pockets. Each year I tell myself I will take one photo a day and compile the greatest 365 PROJECT and it never happens. Procrastination gets the better of me. However, this year I vow to do something different. 

How about one poem a day? It can be recorded, hand-written, short, long. It doesn't really matter. My tender, happy, sad, lonely thoughts recorded for one year straight. The growth will be tremendous. Low and behold. Project 365.

The Thrill

"It's the thrill, I feel my heart beat racing
And I can't wait, can't wait..."
- Miguel


Taking photos are my favourite past time. Whenever I see something that catches my eyes, I cannot stop but click, even if I'm on the train or in the middle of a lecture. Black and White photos are extra special to me as they remind me of the past. They can make the most beautiful, light hearted thing into a rustic and edgy piece. When I'm not writing, I seclude myself from the world and take photos of things that tickle my fancy. I get a thrill out of transforming subjects into something that I can call my own. Something that has my own signature. Truth is, when it takes two hours to commute to work everyday, I have to do something to occupy my time on the way there. Ya know, "Stop and smell the roses..."
I want to be the Cruella De Vil of photography. 

Libress.

Her name will remain, her words will reign.
What I set out to do won't be easy. But nothing in life is.