It’s MY Photo and I’ll Smile if I want to.
I’ve never been big on this whole reinvent yourself guru mantra that gets spread at the beginning of every new year. Maybe it’s because my birthday always looms a mere few weeks after that fateful ball drop, but in general I’m a builder. There’s no time like the present. New Year, New You…what does that even mean? Sure, somethings have got to go, but a foundation is key as one asends to the sky like Mercury.
The beautiful thing about capturing people for a living is seeing all those faces come to life in pictures. Those years of success and struggle have shaped you into the many faces that you are… and I want that! I want the wrinkles of smile lines, the tear canals of struggle, the agelines of wisdom, and in my case a love handle or two. Sure, use that hair dye, or a little filler and botox, but not at the expense of not recognizing and more importantly not celebrating who you are.
New goals, boundeless energy for the journey ahead, giddy up! I am no different. As I make another trip around the sun, as does this magazine, I/We the writers, designers and contributors here at KARJAKA celebrate and thank you for perusing what we’re so passionate about in each edition.
On a personal note, I’m eternally grateful to this amazing team of writers & contributors for what it takes to give and mount each month. Without them there is no KARJAKA, and lest we forget, without you there is no magic. Graciously Humbled.
