I spent the weekend trying to spring clean my photographs… editing, deciding which ones to keep, which ones to delete. It’s strange how some people you spent so much time with in the past and had so many memories captured on photographs with, will probably be nothing more than polite hellos and smiles when you cross paths again.

There is always a feeling of nostalgic melancholy when looking at old photographs.. Do we miss the people who featured much in our lives in the past? Do we feel sad about the youth that cannot return? Do we feel disappointed that the people whom you were so close with had moved on with their lives without you? For me today, I think I felt the last one the most…