Scrolling through Instagram makes me feel 'uncomfortable'. A peak into who we are, what we do, what we have, and where we are has turned into a game of likes, aesthetics, and engagement. Worse, it even turned me into something I vowed to avoid becoming; someone who grace unfair judgement on everything he sees and everyone he doesn't know personally. But with that, passing the blame to the medium why I'm upset isn't exactly the right thing to do.
I guess what I'm trying to say is keeping and using this warrants a bit of responsibility.
After all, I still want to see the good in what people are into. Still want everything I share to show who I am, what I can do, and how I see the world. I still wanna hit that little ❤ because I felt something genuine and not because some model advertised me into it.
Photos of balloons from lil sis' birthday.
Of course I had to do a "through the Hasselblad" during yesterday's shoot. It was great to photograph some portraits again and I'm excited to see the final outcome. Now I just need to stop being lazy and order some chemicals since my fridge is starting to pile up with undeveloped rolls.