All the work’s handed in, all the library books are returned, and that’s my first year of university over. WEIRD.
I sat on the train home, wondering what happened to the last four months and trying to think how best to take advantage of the summer break. I don’t want to just sit around, and it’d be nice to capitalise on being used to work.
It’d be great to earn some decent money, but I should get real – I wasn’t doing that before uni. No, my summer project is to learn how to take portraits. Because I really suck at the moment. I’ve been asked a few times lately, and I can only ever bring to mind the most awful photographic clichés. So that’s my mission. I’m not brave enough for 100 Strangers, but maybe a 52 portraits project…I’ll put some more thought into it.