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After putting her purse on the side of her desk, Hayley plopped on her arm chair and faced the glass window on her right, blinds still closed. She checked her watch as she took off her flats and put on her heels. “New record,” she muttered, slightly impressed considering she still lives far away from work. She turned around and quickly stood up, surprised at the figure standing in front of her. “Mister Carnahan. I wasn’t expect you-Well I was, but not this early.”

It feels like months since my head has been clear enough to actually shoot something really planned. To actually have enough room in my head to go “yeah I can see where I want this to go and how I want it to look.” 

Visions of distorted male figures in derelict buildings cross my mind  in a twisted sense of editorial splendour.  Alongside the haunted look of ethereal women in the forest give my mind a twisted, vintage feel to the work planned.  

What, you may ask, has brought this on? 

Truthfully, I am not sure but my god am I glad.  I have a vision for my work and a direction to head in that makes me feel like I have a plan.