The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
January 23, 2008, 4:29:37 pm - Marin Headlands, California
I am not sure what this image is of. It has a faint Escherist look to it, maybe more so if converted to black and white. I see waning strength and power and also ambiguity. Abstracts are very subjective with each viewer having their own interpretation based on their life's experiences.
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