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
There was still much work to be done.
He disappeared from view.
They walked in silence, listening to the echo of their footsteps.
There was not much left.
There’s no telling what we’ll find there.
Metal doesn’t need food and water.
Maybe a few weeds growing in cracks here and there.