Tangled up in blue
Sometimes it's just how I feel.
Not because of my red hair, or from listening to Bob Dylan (or the guy next door try really hard to sing like Bob Dylan).
So much in this world I try and control. Without even knowing that I'm trying to. Even with photography - something that started out as being simple and enjoyable, but I slowly killed by trying to create what I thought other people want to see. And becoming what I thought people would want of me. It's so easy to let those thoughts invade and take over. It didn't make me any better at it - I think it took all the life out of what I was doing.
So, this shot is what I felt when I took it. Not what I lined up, set up or touched up. Plain and simple imperfection.
But, it's all mine.