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.
Often times I'm not sure about an image. I will print work and 'live' with it, coming back over and over, and reassessing it. This image is one of those that I am uncertain about. I'm drawn to the metaphor I see - broken, destroyed, dead, etc. It's the haunting nature that keeps pulling me back into the image. I'm still living with it.
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