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.
November 9, 2009, 4:09:17 am - Mission District, San Francisco
So early in the morning, makes you wonder who these people are and why they're up at this hour. Each, by themselves, shooting caffeine into their system as they face a day of work, or coming in from a night on the sidewalks, or something else. I wonder what their stories are. The streets around the cafe have yet to wake up.
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