If you saw a girl running along a pier in the freezing cold, carrying a camera, and laughing like she was insane, what would you think?
Maybe that’s what photography is doing to me – making me go utterly insane.
Scapegoats are always handy, aren’t they?
Actually, I went down to the pier for a photography assignment – which didn’t end up working because of how grey it was out.
It was, quite literally, freezing – and being the free-spirited kind of person I am, I didn’t bring my jacket along. But it was beautiful enough, I think, to make up for it.
What do you think?