Loss of memory

So much happens everyday, eventually it all turns into one lost stockpile in your head of things that happened once upon a time. Has anyone ever seen that Stephen King movie where an airplane full of people accidentally fly into a tear in time and they are suddenly experiencing what happens to the world when time passes it by. Suddenly the world starts to fall apart and deteriorate. Yes... it feels like everything we do just slips away into a really bad Stephen King movie. Before we can even recall what happened, it's too late. It falls into a part of our memory that doesn't remember what day it is.

Golden Apricot came and went, as did the Armenian Navy Band concert that came with it. Of course, the only means I have to recall these events is to take photos, and I lost all my Golden Apricot photos... not Navy Band. Don't ask. I saw one of the films by a Croatian filmmaker... it was very good. I went to Goris/Datev/Karahunj/Khndzoresk with a bunch of Canadians. Meanwhile, the entire world was apparently partying it up in Shushi. Glad you guys had fun. My parents were here a while ago and had an amazing time. Coming up is... oh my God, is it already August? Pan Armenian Games are around the corner, along with some crazy parties. Tonight, I go to the Nuné and Shoushan Petrossian Concert with a massive group.

But I think the thing that's exciting me the most in life right now is work projects and personal ventures. Since I got my new camera, I've been taking photography a bit more seriously (and burdening my new computer with gigabites overload). There will be some really cool Deem productions coming out soon that I'm quite proud of. And to follow, I have big ideas in mind for updating my photo website. There aren't enough hours in the world OR understanding friends who are happy for you when you want to work around the clock. AY!!!

Will share some photos soon when I have the time to even look at them.