Every photograph is a slice of an instant.
Moments you live… some you remember, some you don’t.
We’re only witnesses.
What I can photograph is only as true as the instant passing before me.
As a witness, I don’t call myself a photographer – doubt I will ever do.
The term photographer contains a certain meaning I can only aspire to – this is a lifelong pursuit of images; I am constantly learning what I like.
This is one of my favorite frames lately.
As much as I can philosophize on the blurryness of the memory and the instant, I missed this shot and I won’t pretend otherwise.
Hope life catches you well,