Every once a while, I question my once-upon-a-time passion for photography. Did I sneak it inside the pocket of my old mommy jeans and always thought i misplaced it? or I borrowed it to my 22 years old neighbor guy who's lost himself between following what he loves and what he lives. or I paused it just like I do when I watch series on netflix. I do not know where did it go?
|and the artsy fartsy side of Dongaala|
Love and only love