Emily - 2nd sunday - Entry 2

I'm having some trouble, recently... distinguishing reality from my dreams. Ever since I had seen the man in the long coat in my slumber, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. He occupies every single sleeping moment. All of my dreams. And even now, as I'm pretty certain that I am awake... his memory is a vivid presence in my mind. I'm drawn more towards my passion than ever before. It's almost like an obsession. If I don't create than I am not so sure whether I am awake or not..

Also, I'm not sure how exactly to describe this feeling, but it seems as if.. the Man in the Long Coat is a dark friend who is pushing me towards greatness with my art. He is haunting my work, a friendly reminder of life's contrasts. Dark and light. Morning and night.

Ugh, anyways. I've taken some more photographs. My camera is in the shop with that light metering issue so I've resorted to using my cell phone...

Emily - Sunday - Entry 1


I have not been compelled to pick up my camera for quite some time now. Over an entire year without one image captured on my SD card.

Photography can be a difficult medium.

Inspiration needs to be in direct proximity in order for anything to come to fruition, let alone satisfy my own standards.

I felt magnetized to my camera after a bizarre dream I had:

It started out in the woods behind the horse farm.

I am struggling with my lenses and framing a forgiving composition.

I feel eyes on me. Silence, the crunch of the sticks beneath my feet and the smell of burnt leaves... God. it was very deceiving...

I turned and saw a seemingly disjointed [redacted]. I was drawn to open it and fearful of its possible disappearance.

It took a push but the [redacted] creaked open, almost independently, and there was a long... and I mean long and dark [redacted].

The feeling of someone watching me grew and I rushed, frantic down the [redacted].

Then I saw him.


The Man in the Long Coat.

I could see the outline of him, but no details. He was shining a [redacted] onto a long [redacted].

My footstep brought a sudden thud that echoed throughout the small [redacted] and immediately the... Man in the Long Coat turns to look me in the face.

It was so fast but I saw just.... sadness... terror... the shape of his black and grey, sunken eyes - the [redacted] engulfed his body and he was gone. And I woke up.

I think.

I went out for a shoot after the dream with a friend who had been bugging me for months to visit some abandoned buildings.

I took this image..... and no matter how many times I changed the settings, opened up the aperture, cranked up the ISO.... switched lenses... the darkness embodied the picture.

These two things are probably unrelated.

Maybe my camera is broken.

I will update soon!