Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lens
In the middle of a thought. In the middle of a small town, at the edge of a park, in the middle of a day surrounded by bustling onlookers striving for the next best thing. Concentrated, devoid of water and dilution a stray principle embodying weakness or care for swan-like praise. They curtsy and sway, beckoning for acknowledgement for their attentiveness to this will to commit amongst the swirl of eager business. The thoughts sprawl in tightened, furious script; days numbered and events catalogued regardless of prying eyes hoping to steal glimpses at confessions of weakness; the strength of letters prying in the middle of ruled lines seeking truth.