So, I just realised it's been ten years since I joined dA.
I joined when I was twenty-three. A little jaded, a little bewildered, a little in love. Couldn't wait to pack my bags, see the world, make new friends, and beautiful photographs.
Now I'm a little older. Maybe a little less jaded, less bewildered, but in love and content. With life, with work, and most importantly, with who I am. I can say honestly that I have chased many of my dreams, and succeeded in the most part, in one way or another.
It's been six months since I last logged in and uploaded something. It's not that I don't care about it anymore, but I guess compared to ten years ago, life is... More simple, yet complicated.
Caring for nothing but photography, being completely obsessed about art, and this wonderful community... simpler yet more complicated times. Thinking back, and looking back at the photographs I took, and the stories I told, it was a poignant way to reflect on the adventures, friendships, and loves, both found and lost.
I bailed out a fellow photographer's guitar when he had to pawn it to make ends meet.
I partied with some crazy people. Adelaide, Buenos Aires, Sydney.
I fell in love with photography, and dA deserves credit for giving me a forum to express that love with like-minded dreamers. You know who you are - You may no longer be here in this community, and we may not even talk that often anymore, but thank you, for the critiques, the laughs, the encouragement, and occasionally, the madness that descends into something beautiful.
Thanks dA, in a way, for being my journal into adulthood. Well, almost adulthood.
And thanks, my friends that still follow me, for being part of that journey.
(p.s. no I'm not quitting dA, and no, I'm not killing myself)