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‘She stood in the driveway

for a moment I did not recognise her

her face in repose’

mavis' blue moon

In photography theory, taking an image is a form of death, a representation of a moment passed that cannot be reclaimed. Is living not similar to a series of infinite minute deaths with every breath? No one second the same as the next. Our bodies charging ever onwards through time and space. Nothing ever the same, trying to hold onto things is as pointless as trying to hold onto a handful of water.

I love the language of photography, it helps me make sense of things.

 

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