And at the end of the day, all that's left are dreams and memories.

It was on the afternoon of August 1 last year while sitting on the couch, having just finished reading "The Disappearing Spoon" when I decided that I was officially bored and I needed something to occupy my time. So I decided to start my own 365 project. I've been following numerous projects by then; I found them very fascinating, intriguing. In fact, Rosie Hardy's 365 is one of my reasons, one of my inspirations for delving deeper into the complex world of photography.

While waiting for the sky to turn a little bit brighter. I love these pajamas. :D

And here we are--Day 365. I can't believe I actually got here. Well, I do admit I missed some days (it seems like I was pretty uninspired last December), but still, I think it means something to have not quit somewhere in the middle. And I'm so glad I saw this through 'til the end, because despite the frustrations, the disappointments, I have learned things photography tutorials couldn't have taught me.

Yes, this project taught me importance of knowing the relationship between ISO, aperture, and shutter speed. That portraits come out better if I used large apertures. That curves can make my photos amazingly brighter. That shooting self-portraits without a remote would give you a workout. But more than that, it taught me so much more about myself-- what I want and don't want to see,  how far I would go to get what I want, how hard I could be on myself. And most of all, this project made me realize that there is beauty even in the simplest things.

So a year has breezed by, and it left me photographs that I can look at and be reminded of how much I imagined, how much I dreamt.  And maybe one day--long after the dusk has been overcome by daylight, long after the rain has stopped pouring, when the cool breeze of summertime embraces your whole being--one day, this dream-filled imagery will be a reminder of how far dreams can take us.