Harmonia’s Dream
It’s 10:48pm on Tuesday, February 8th, 2022. In a little over an hour, the day will roll over and I will officially be 23 years old.
Every year on my birthday I fall into a very reflective state. I think a lot about my life as I’ve lived it so far, the friends I’ve made, the experiences I’ve had. 23 feels like an odd age, barring the Blink 182 song, it’s not an age that gets much attention. I’m still young, but I’m well into my twenties. I’m out of school and have been invested in the “real world” for a while now, but I’m still barely past the starting line. It’s kind of a funny place to be!
But, in spite of the pale of existentialism, I’m feeling incredibly grateful. So much has happened over this last year and I feel like a wildly different person than I was when I was thinking about the concept of turning 22 last year.
I’ve spent the majority of this year with a camera in my hands. I’ve traveled to all sorts of different places, seen so many things. I’ve listened to so much music, read some great books, and met some incredible people. All of these experiences and the myriad emotions - human moments felt and unfelt, seen and unseen - will continue to be revealed as 23 becomes 24 and so on. The perpetuity of time has yet to slow.
Now it’s 11:07 and I’m that much closer to the edge. I’ve stared at the blinking cursor on this screen, thinking to myself of all the things I should be writing about these pictures that I’ve taken. This is a photography blog, afterall.
But dammit, this is my blog, so as I metaphorically gaze into the void of mortality and write pseudo-intellectual reflections, I hope that the spirit and emotion of the last photoshoot I did at 22 can be immortalized for what it was: continued meanderings of some guy just trying to find his place in this crazy world.
Thank you all for a great year, I look forward to what 23 has in store!
- Noah
