I can't remember the first time I took a photograph. Documenting life as it comes is like breathing air to me. It's as if I've always known that life is fleeting, that it's nothing but moments stitched together by our memory.
Since I was young I've viewed moments outside myself. That is to say, when a moment happens, yes I'm there, fully immersed in it, the smells the feels, but mostly I'm outside. It's as if I'm watching myself and everyone else live in that moment, while I revel outside of it, as if it's already time passed.
It's just that everything's so precious to me.
The way your hair falls, the looks you give yourself when you think no one is watching, meeting someone for the first time, singing the same song at the top of your lungs, the face you make when you are in the most private part of you mind and soul, the way you watch the ocean roll in.
Finding beauty in the everyday is how I view life, taking photographs is how I manage to hold on to them.
Peace & Love, Krystal
