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It’s been pouring with non-stop miserable rain the past two days in Sydney. The past 13 weeks have been tough at uni (what’s new?) – especially the last 2 weeks – and it’s come to the final stretch. I’m extremely excited for the winter break! I’ll have 5 weeks away from the books to relax and get on to doing a long list of creative and adventurous things I’ve been wanting to do. A lot more photography, more writing, more road trips, more food and more fun – can’t wait! I’ve also got some things planned for the blog and a couple of announcements to make, so watch this space!
If you’ve been avidly reading and following along (hello subscribers!), I’d just like to say a massive ‘thank you’! It’s incredibly humbling to know that there are people who like my work, and I really appreciate all the support – honestly. Especially when people are compelled to reach out and tell me that they really liked a particular photo or poem – means the world to me, so thank you. If you come across an image you love or words of mine that resonate with you – if my work relates to you at some level – I would love to know! I’m also open to shoots, road trips, collaborating or other exciting opportunities that will challenge and inspire me as a creative – absolutely anything! You can always shoot me a direct message on Instagram @emilyyyung or send me an email at noiseandnuance@hotmail.com.I’ve been making little waves and small victories in my creative career, and I’m very eager to share it with you (soon) and see where this all takes me.
The forecast for this week shows signs of improvement in weather conditions, meaning I can finally get out of the house (thank god). I hope it’s better wherever you are in the world and life is treating you well x.
For now, I leave you with this poem:
I Never Told You
You know,
All your insecurities
Were never meant to be
Yours and yours alone.
Every second thought,
Every question – without a doubt –
Involved me
And involved me completely.
But there was irony
In my unknowing.
Our choices make us,
But these choices
Are also ours to make.
You could have chosen otherwise – you
Made all the difference –
And believe me when I say
You’ve changed in some ways.
Every conscious choice you make
Still hurts me terribly,
And I can’t accept that as an apology.
With love, Emily.