Veronica. Previously littlesouls@tumblr. Born in the wrong generation, textbook aries, art enthusiast, feminist, etc. 20 years old, hailing from the old line state. I love film photography, live music, Old Bay, American Psycho, Georgia O'Keeffe, collecting animal bones and books and concert tickets, museum-hopping, thrifting, zine making, documentaries, homemade anything and everything, the open road, people who are unapologetically themselves, and fierce-looking hair.

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It is part of the photographer’s job to see more intensely than most people do. He must have and keep in him something of the receptiveness of the child who looks at the world for the first time or of the traveler who enters a strange country. Most photographers would feel a certain embarrassment in admitting publicly that they carried within them a sense of wonder, yet without it they would not produce the work they do, whatever their particular field. It is the gift of seeing the life around them clearly and vividly, as something that is exciting in its own right. It is an innate gift, varying in intensity with the individual’s temperament and environment.

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Wednesday Mar 3 @ 04:36am
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