Well hello, I am Lorel. Honestly, I have no idea how to describe myself.
I am eighteen years of age, and I have my pleasures, vices, interests and fascinations. I have many eclectic views on life and pertaining things. I'd rather observe than anything else. I love natural and organic things, such as trees, animals, fresh air, the mountains...
I worship every art form, whether it be sculpture, painting, drawing; you name it, and I appreciate it. My chosen form is photography. I don't do it nearly as much as I ought to.
I am dating a guy by the name of Dalton. I have never been more grateful for such a chance encounter. He has enriched my life so very much, and I am quite thankful for it. He truly treats me better than anyone else I have been with, and I could never want anyone better.
Just in case I wasn't happy enough already.
:-]
"When we are stripped down to a certain point, nothing leads to anywhere any more, hope and despair are equally groundless, and the whole of life can be summed up with an image. But why stop there? Simple, everything is simple, the light alternating in the lighthouse, one green, one red, one white; the cool of the night; the smell of the town and the poverty that reach me from below. If, this evening, the image of a certain childhood comes back to me, how can I keep from welcoming the lesson of love and poverty it offers? Since this hour is like a pause between yes and no, I leave hope or disgust with life for another time. Yes, only to capture the transparency and simplicity of paradises lost- in an image. And so it was not long ago, in a house in an old part of town, when a son went to see his mother. They sat down facing each other, in silence. But their eyes met."
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