
one day, there was a flash of blinding light, and i woke up very cold. (it was an accident, to be sure, but that made almost no difference at all.)

i learned, that day, that things are almost always exactly as they appear.



it was a very long day.
a photograph is an imprint of one single moment in the expanse of time that is worthy of being captured. its beauty or tragedy or simplicity or elation or sadness or passion or desperation is evanescent enough to only happen once, but universal enough to repeat and return eternally.
1 comment:
your pictures are beautiful.
my favorites probably the first. or the one with trains. just cuz the colors are so amazing.
what camera did you use for these?
maybe you should just be a photographer for life
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