The refuse of our past lives haunting our present moments, murmuring their decaying memories with thick remorse. Garbled mutterings drip and dribble, the vernacular an oily pollution on a deep pool of ambivalence. What you were, what you are, and what you will be are one and all the same.
Gear Olympus E-M1 Mark II / Sigma 30mm f1.4
One year ago I boarded my first flight ever and flew to the other side of the world. After that trip I knew I wanted to travel as much as possible. Thanks to my job I have had the opportunity to do just that and every photo on my feed has taken place in that time. Goes to show just how much you can change in one year
I've never experienced LKF quite like I did on this last trip. A lot of it had to do with the company (shoutout to milliedeluna and lulu_callie )
Thus, here's to meeting new people, market, black guys, free drinks, and doing epic shit(s)!