Photos was my extension of myself, is just what I felt, thought and dream on. The same feeling I had when my mother gave me a green Kodak camera when I was 7. The sound of the click and the flash, doesn’t make me startled, doesn’t make me doubt of myself at all. Somehow, it makes me safe. Only sometimes, my mother repositioned my small hand to the correct angle. The thrill, yes the thrill when the film was sent to the camera shop. Wala, with every photo I turned, I see me, no expectation from others, just me.
Oh it’s a wonderful feeling.
