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I'm pretty demanding, yes? Which would explain, I suppose, why I am getting more agitated by the minute, staring at the photos I took this week. Okay, maybe not so big on demanding per se, but I guess I can say that I have awfully high expectations. Of the people around me, of the quality of work around me, and most importantly of myself. The most I can say about my photos are that they're nice. And that's being nice. There isn't like a good composition to the pictures, no evidence of any planning yada yada. I feel like I'm just replicating other people's work, and that frustrates me to no end.
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It's like when I write, I try, so hard, to try to convey what I'm feeling through the words, to paint out in words, the vision in my head. But somehow, I can't find the right words and phrases, and I always fall short. :|
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I'm tired. I need some serious shuteye. Sweet dreams.