just some things..

hi Dennis here! What is there to say about myself? Well im just a guy that takes life the way it is whether its a good day or a really crappy one. I try to keep my head up as much as possible cuz i believe bein negative serves no purpose in life.. (there's enough negativity in this world already) but sometimes it just can't be avoided... im a bit of a nerd (and this i can't stress enough), i like meeting new people and diving into their world to see their point of view on life. Capturing moments by means of photography and projecting emotions by playing the guitar is the best therapy ( in my opinion). Most of these photos are mine otherwise metioned, anyway get at me if u wanna chat online or maybe even chat over a cup of coffee!

May212012

Im going to be the first in my family to do amazing things… I can feel it

May202012

daydreamsonlooseleafpaper:

A Night in London
It was a warm London night. The kind of warmth invoked by a contrast of elements. The clinking of ice against glasses half filled. The heavy rainfall outside muted by the windows. He smiled. Tonight felt like nostalgia in the making. One of those prominent memories that flash between a millisecond of someone asking you what Soho is like and you answering with an entranced ‘Wonderful’.
The beauty of being a traveler is, among the abundance of people you find yourself surrounded by, you are always alone. Far too many have driven negative connotations within the word for it to be associated with beauty but Jean de la Bruyere was far too resonant in his mind. Smart comments were made. Laughter erupted. There was a subconscious appreciation toward the snow globed moment. Then he saw them. Right behind the thin glass windows. Leaning towards each other magnetically, as muted as the rain. Eyes closed, subtle smiles lingering. It was an accidental discovery and as an uproar of laughter continued, he realized he was caught between two moments – his reality and a couple’s fleeting rush.
The way they sunk into each other so effortlessly. The way they shared a breath. It was love. He could tell by the way he forgot to inhale when he saw them. He could tell by the way it stung. Maybe it’d last till tomorrow. Maybe he’d make her breakfast every morning for a week. Maybe she’d want to keep the way he held her forever. They didn’t know. Or maybe they did and it was too soon to say anything. And as an uproar of laughter continued, he realized he was caught between two perceptions – his and a couple’s fleeting rush.
Conversations by the Window Seatis an ongoing creative collaboration between Adrian Seah and Romila Barryman, with photos and writing themed around a common love of travel and discovery.
See more of Adrian’s photos at handcarryonly

A Night in London

It was a warm London night. The kind of warmth invoked by a contrast of elements. The clinking of ice against glasses half filled. The heavy rainfall outside muted by the windows. He smiled. Tonight felt like nostalgia in the making. One of those prominent memories that flash between a millisecond of someone asking you what Soho is like and you answering with an entranced ‘Wonderful’.

The beauty of being a traveler is, among the abundance of people you find yourself surrounded by, you are always alone. Far too many have driven negative connotations within the word for it to be associated with beauty but Jean de la Bruyere was far too resonant in his mind. Smart comments were made. Laughter erupted. There was a subconscious appreciation toward the snow globed moment. Then he saw them. Right behind the thin glass windows. Leaning towards each other magnetically, as muted as the rain. Eyes closed, subtle smiles lingering. It was an accidental discovery and as an uproar of laughter continued, he realized he was caught between two moments – his reality and a couple’s fleeting rush.

The way they sunk into each other so effortlessly. The way they shared a breath. It was love. He could tell by the way he forgot to inhale when he saw them. He could tell by the way it stung. Maybe it’d last till tomorrow. Maybe he’d make her breakfast every morning for a week. Maybe she’d want to keep the way he held her forever. They didn’t know. Or maybe they did and it was too soon to say anything. And as an uproar of laughter continued, he realized he was caught between two perceptions – his and a couple’s fleeting rush.

Conversations by the Window Seatis an ongoing creative collaboration between Adrian Seah and Romila Barryman, with photos and writing themed around a common love of travel and discovery.

See more of Adrian’s photos at handcarryonly