513.

— Sometimes the sun is in a certain space. It gives you gifts. Not just in direct light but in the true nature of what revelations it reveals to you. About what you doing or about yourself. The past few months in my life have felt like searching. As if I’m trying to make sense of a life, a career. Not being sure of wholly where I’m headed or what to make of things. How I should get there?  My camera is often truly my flow zone. Often the only place I’m able to escape and get lost in.

That day the sun was simply telling me, surrender to yourself to this day. I listened. And I stumbled across 513. I stumbled across shadows and men walking in haste. Stumbled across ornate door frames.

Where I am is where I ought to be.