since my discovery of "instagram" nothings been the same. I love the immediacy of the editing, the easy sharing, and the one-click "like" buttons. .. however.... something is lost . it's simply another "facebook way" to get attention. don't get me wrong, I crave the little comments as much as the next guy. but I like my images to exist in solitude sometimes. i want my shadows and reflections to be their own company. to never expect anyone to see how they float and dance on the page. i need my blog like a 8 year-old girl needs her diary. and in my distraction with life's "real photos" i forgot how cathartic it is to stop and remember the other side of who I am. that girl with insecurities about her mis-shaped toes and soccer-player calves, can create a comedic gesture of freedom in imperfection. my shadowed past is set free through Christ: to play and touch and love fully.
...and it's the little "imperfections" that I find so damn cute.
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