To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. Henri Cartier-Bresson
For he does not belong here.

For he does not belong here.

They are all so intellectual.

They are all so intellectual.

He wonders why.

He wonders why.

Has any time passed?

Has any time passed?

That makes perfect sense.

That makes perfect sense.

Do you want a beer?

Do you want a beer?

There would be visual evidence.

There would be visual evidence.

Everything is temporary.

Everything is temporary.