Within. Without.

When I write, I trust my pen more than I trust my mind. I watch the words, as if they appear from somewhere outside of me. Yet I know they are reflections of me.

When I photograph, I trust my lens more than I trust my mind. The images appear as from somewhere else, yet they reflect what going in within me.

Sometimes I have no idea what is what: Within. Outside.

Without.

Whatever that means....