We were all waiting for it. The moment when the clock strikes Twelve. We were waiting to fully say goodbye to a year and the memories it hold, the same moment when we get the chance to be reborn and feel that we have fresh start, a clean slate, a new page to write onto. It was a moment of celebration, goodbyes, and of hope rising rolled into one.
Travelers, that's who we are. We move, we breathe, we wander, we get lost. We walk until our soles hurt but it doesn't matter. We are in our element.
She isn't what the world thinks she is. They all see her happy, silly, and strong most of the time. But she is scarred, lonely, and afraid at times.
'There's still sadness in the way she looks and the way she moves, but the way she danced and communed with the sea... It's as if you did not leave and break her heart.'
Healing
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It was a gloomy, slightly rainy day. I mostly shoot when there's good sunlight, but here, the weather was just perfect for the mood and setting. I used Zooey and my kit lens just because I can't find my better lens.
Hello, I'm Ira.
There are three things that have become constant in my life so far: my love for taking photos, my penchant for traveling, and my utter need for writing. Welcome to my little notebook of dreams and daydreams.








