I came on deviantart the other night as I couldn't sleep - I have 5 fractured ribs from football. I had exhausted the twitter feed, read all the Facebook comments and still couldn't sleep. I think I spent around 2 hours, laying here with half open eyes at 2am, browsing dA for inspiration, motivation, anything. I began browsing my own gallery, reading the stats on what people have liked, still do like, and how my images have changed.
I viewed my first 'artistic photography' shots, taken in Rosebud. I still remember that day, the elation I felt when my Year 12 Media teacher told me that they were good. I viewed my first DSLR shot that won me a