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The day after the storm is always the hardest part. When all the attention fades away. When people stop asking how you are. When the visits stop. When all the drama is gone and you are left to deal with the aftermath of whatever it was that you went through you can really assess how much damage has been done.
Since leaving the hospital about a month ago, I’ve been pretty depressed. Everything seems so dark. It’s easy to brush it off as nothing. It’s easy to go on saying I’m fine, that everything’s cool. It’s not though. Like, I straight up didn’t leave the house for 9 days - from 7/4-7-13. I just sat there marinating in darkness, soaking in all the unfairness and pain.
These hospitalizations take so much out of me. It gets harder and harder. It’s weird though because you could be in the darkest cave with no light in sight and then all the sudden a faint glimmer of inspiration shines in the distance. Over time, I’ve learned to seize those faint flashes of light. Run towards them no matter where it takes you.
Over the last year, making photos has been like therapy to me. I am so happy I found photography as a new hobby. Anyways, on Friday night I was sitting on my couch in the dark watching some dumb movie when I remembered how I had wanted to photograph the Griffith Observatory before getting sick. So Saturday morning I was up at 3 a.m. and drove to Griffith Park. I was the first one there. I parked my car, and then set out up this trail, my headlamp and mini Maglite cutting a path for me to see. I have to admit it was a little nervous I would have a run-in with @p22mountainlion. But we stayed clear of one another.
After finding my location, I set up and started taking photos. As a new day began, I remembered how rejuvenating watching the sunrise is. It’s the beginning of a new day. Anything can happen - even things you least expect. Even the impossible.