I shot this image on June 2, my birthday. I spent most of the day trying to resolve the differences in me concerning a one-sided romance.

During that journey, I couldn't help wonder why the dissimilarity between us was so profound, especially when it came to how I felt about her. It was so clear to me how perfect we were, so how could anyone, even for a moment argue that this was over. Still, when I found out it was only me that felt this way, I stood alone with my heart in my hands and simply cried.

My heart has been running on empty for some time now. I stopped at as many villages and towns north of Bodega Bay as I could, hoping to forget the pangs of my deep anguish. I turned around and saw this old farm house and wondered if there was anyone in there living through a one-sided romance like me. Who'd care anyway? Now that it's over I can't help thinking about the song 'Send in the Clowns' when the author writes: "I thought, you'd want, what I'd want, sorry my dear."