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.
4/13/19
September 28, 2015, 12:19:50 pm - Northern California
While paying respect to my parents at the cemetery, I was fascinated by the various ways people honored their loved ones, especially the niches. Each one displays a personal story. After a while, the place seemed more alive as you become familiar with the people interred there. Most stories are only known by family and friends, like this one. Others are clearer to everyone. Either way, they are interesting stories, told in a place that sees few visitors, making the experience personal and intimate.
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