There is something different about looking at the world from above. A distance that is all too familiar when you live with severe depression, anxiety, or bipolar; or all of the above. Everyone else is part of a nameless, faceless world that is moving on beneath you, without even a glance. I shot almost exclusively... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, many times, I'm present, but I feel like I'm a world apart. Like I am looking at the world through foggy gray glasses of depression. Like life around me is really just a movie on celluloid playing out before me. Seeking photo submissions for the Broken Light Collective. Please submit today.