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.
Another image from Alabama Hills. The landscape has been altered by man - primitive or modern? This area was once home to the Paiutes and Shoshone. This image reminds me of that time.