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.
March 31, 2009, 11:23:36 am - Near Barstow, California
Small churches have always interested me. I wonder what they're preaching, who and how many attend, and when they're open. Sunday would be a good guess but there have been times when I drove by such churches, on Sunday, and nobody there. This whole image is strange. No windows, wrought iron door, parking for three cars, and sandwiched between two decaying buildings. When looking at this image, I don't think Christmas mass or Easter Sunday services, nor weddings, maybe funerals. In fact, it's scary looking.
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I think this 'River' ran dry.
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