The grain of wood
up in time
holds the light
I think when I was around the age of sixteen I was the most authentic. Uninhibited by to much past to cloud the day and future. Slowly we start putting up roadblocks and collect bricks to make walls, so we can corner ourselves in.
Me, the person that sits in the corner of his own made brick wall is the authentic me, if the authentic me is the sum of all my experiences up till now. But why are all of my best memories, the music, cars, vacations and kisses from the time I was around sixteen? When the summers lasted forever.
Curious how I made this picture? Go to my other site where I log my photographic adventures. https://christiaanvangaal.com/2019/08/19/fujifilm-x-t1-auto-rikenon-55mm-f1-4-part-4/