Photos by Tamara Wallace
The truth is, fear used to really grip me. You don’t have to worry about failure if you never try. But it was the light of the lens, the blur out sky, the tears against the skin, slowly making its way down to the chin. It was the spin, the fast hands, the dips and the dives into the deep blue sea. The wait to the surface. It was the crash, the action, the passion, the romance, the fight, the drama, with a twist at the end. It was because I watched it over and over again. And no matter what, you can’t unsee that.