The Observation of My Own Dismay

Notes from my daily photography experiments #12

Photography by author, Reylia Slaby

There is a dark cloud that dedicated itself as my companion, and it follows me daily, tracing my path with silent steps. I can’t begin to explain why it pursues me and is persistent with seeking to turn my face toward a hungry, self-consuming dread.

I’ve been feeling like this for quite a while, and I can’t seem to unlatch these confusing chemicals from my daily belt.

I have found that this daily photography experiment does grant me a moment of relief from this vexing affliction, and has been a little ray of sunlight despite the greyness that fogs my mind. Somehow it uplifts me and gives me one thing I need to constantly do each day, despite all the other inconsistencies that may remain.

It centers me in the places where I feel an increasing level of imbalance and confusion in my life, where exists the strange fears I do not know how to quell. It releases me from the strangness of the present.

There are very few things these days that excuse me from these loathsome thoughts, and one important one that I have been neglecting. It’s been weeks since I have attempted to tame my garden.

All I know is that I am sitting in a restaurant, with the most delicious of jazz playing in the…