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 thing I did during Covid was photograph front and backyard plants. My favorite is the cactus. There is a delicately curved edge ending with a harsh thorny point. The image reminds me of flames.
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