Obligatory Post about myself.

So this post can describe who I am in four photographs.

Sunsets. Friends. Leaves. Polaroids.

I know, pretty boring eh? I'm an awkward, photo taking, pleasure seeking, philosophy thinking adult who is now writing on blogger.com. Nothing special right? Wrong! You see, I have been told by many people that these things I value + my personality makes far from a regular person. Now, to a normal, average, every day, boring adult this would be considered an insult. But in the past year a friend of mine has helped me to see this as a blessing. Here is a good quote he used to say a lot:

"being different means having access to unconstrained virtues."

Basically, because I embrace my difference I can actually not be shoved into a little box. It's quite nice actually. Lot's of room. Now back to the photos and their meanings:

 The first photo contains a hand gesture and depicts how I feel at the moment: just ok. It also contains a sun rise, which I think is the most gorgeous and inspiring thing on this earth (did you know the sun is at its brightest during sunrise because it's intensified through the reflecting curve of the horizon? I know, weird.) the other two photos show who I am, and what I love, and what I do. (Pink Floyd oh my god. Cannot control my fangirly-ness)

Ahem. So the picture of me. I debated showing my face or not, but decided that showing a face gave away the mystery. So this is me with my famous polaroid 1972-600-edition-camera. Now one of the first things you should know about me is this: Polaroids are my life. All my internet and real life friends know it (because I carry the darn thing everywhere). There is something so special about a photo that can't just be digitally 'deleted' and made room for more. It's a great way of realizing that memories should not just be erased whether they're good or bad; they should be shared and stored and pondered over for meaning.

Anyway, that's enough about and my obsession with polaroids. I do not want to make this blog about me. I want to make it purely about my tales of adventure and sadness, particularly with my friends and a boy named Matthew, who helped me find who I am, before he passed away. Matthew was not a hero, because to be a hero means I would be simplifying his reality. Matthew Pena was a realistic, philosophical, lazy bastard who could make you smile and frown at the same time. But more of that later. For now, simply enjoy these pictures I have posted and try to draw some understanding that me, an Australian, awkward, 18 year old, has an unhealthy obsession with photos. I should probably go see a doctor.

~Cam