Kahlil dyed his hair blonde and asked me to take photos of him. It has been awhile since I've taken any photos. Often times if something is not challenging, then it does not feel rewarding, but yesterday was easy and comfortable and that felt rewarding. There is something special about photographing a friend. It's like putting love into what you're doing. We just kinda wandered around my neighborhood and stopped when something looked interesting. These photos mean something to me. Kahlil made a change to his hair, and I feel a change to my spirit. My spirit feels trapped in this city, and it can't wait to get out. Soon I will ~*figuratively*~ dye my hair blonde as well.