Looking Back


Tuscaloosa, Alabama

I am not really in the mood to shoot this week, so I have been digging through boxes of old photographs in search of — something. This photograph is another part of the self-portrait series shot for my photojournalism class. I am not sure what I was trying to convey, which may be the reason this image was ultimately rejected for the project.

I don’t really remember much of my college years. It all seems to be a blur of too many late nights and too much coffee. I didn’t sleep any better then than I do now. Much of my writing from those years is gone, as are most of the photographs. Sometimes it seems as if huge portions of my life have been erased. I sift through crumbling memories, drift through passages of time, but the answers elude me.

I wonder what made the girl in that picture happy, wonder what made her cry, wonder what she wanted, wonder what she believed in. I was 19-years-old, standing on the edge of the world, and I don’t really remember it at all.

Music of the day: So Far So Good by Thornley (lyrics)

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