11.25pm*, Valentine’s Day, 2025 - I decided I needed microbangs urgently and immediately, and went at it with kitchen scissors.

I succeeded (ish), and I think maybe I felt a bit like if I could cut my own hair, I could definitely be brave and put my images out for the world to see (this makes no sense) and so @fujifugue was born sometime after midnight.

No logic, no plans, but I had pictures and they wanted to go somewhere, and suddenly it’s a year later and I think part of me is…. surprised I lasted this long?

I have historically never stuck with a hobby for more than a few months at a time.

But photography genuinely doesn’t even feel like effort - a camera is almost always at hand, and I mean look at the world, its just THERE bursting at the seams with life and colour, begging to be seen. It feels like the most natural thing to do, it feels right, and maybe this is why I stuck with it, because I had finally found a medium to express something that none of my other hobbies allowed me to.

Bookbinding, leather crafting, painting, embroidery, long boarding, guitar-ing - I started them all with a passion and practiced for as long as it brought me joy, as long as it held my interest.

I see now that maybe I was looking for a way to Make things and hadn’t found the right way for me, yet.

I’m now in an entirely new country and thankful every day for how photography has helped me engage with my new surroundings and find a community, and I have loved all of it so much that it doesn’t matter if I quit tomorrow - I’ll always look back at this precious year with the rosiest of tinted glasses. :)

If you’re reading this bit, thank you for being here, I share my love with you. And if you go on a photowalk with me I’ll share SNACKS with you <3

*I have picture proof for this precise timestamp :)

** I use “-” a lot and always have, promise this was straight from brain to keyboard, no AI