Here’s the thing about mornings: we just don’t seem to get along as well as we used to. I have the best intentions of getting up at that first alarm and not having to rush, but usually it’s more like the third or fourth (or fifth or sixth if I’m really being honest). It’s not a relaxing time but rather a rushed fog.
Based on that fact alone, I knew it would be hard to capture any images during the morning. Even incredibly inane, boring ones. But I decided to strap on the low-fi diana lenses and capture my mornings for the blurry bags of crap they really are.
Before the alarm(s).
It’s hard to get up.
I spend a lot of time in front of my mirror/sink.
A scramble to find something wearable in the closet.