Photographic Essay: September
How is it that September is over and done with? This year seems to move in such strange ways, the days feel long and full of life, yet the months are short and over in a blink of an eye.
There have been disappointments; I won't say any more than that because I'm embarrassed to admit my failures. So I'll say this: I failed, I fucked up and didn't get it right. Inside I'm cringing, and I'll attempt to learn from this. It's rare I don't get what I'm after, and I'm not sure if that's because I rarely leave my comfort zone, or because I am usually better prepared.
Either way, if I learn from my mistakes, it's not really a mistake, is it?