march draws closed

snapshots of freedom in the final stages of march.

it's my birthday tomorrow and i couldn't be more ready to stop being 15. i feel like in an hour and a half all these doors will open for me, suddenly i'll be able to do things i never could before.

of course it's mostly metaphorical (not always a bad thing) but in some cases, i really can do things i could never do before (or rather, could never do within the boundaries of the law, before). i think 16 is the perfect age for me, but i am definitely going to make the most of it - i'm not looking forward to this time next year.

thanks for another incredible year of photographs, cameras, but here's to the best one yet.

love b x