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.
2/12/20
March 24, 2009, 9:42:14 am - Salton Sea, California
Somewhere in a previous post, I may have mentioned I don't believe in titling my work. As a viewer, I want to make my own assessment of a piece of art and not be tipped off by the artist as to the meaning of their work. Having said that, if I were to title this image it would be Hope Has Left. Fortunately for me, the title is on the wall. Photographing abandoned buildings are right up there with street photography. The experience of rummaging through old buildings is an emotional one. It's haunting, disconcerting, and lonely. Isn't that what art is all about - to provoke an emotional reaction? In this image, all hope has left.
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