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
Objects can’t think. They employ other methods.
They say that lost objects end up on the moon.
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
I’m not gonna worry about it.
How can one thing be more real than any other?
What’s going to happen?
Why would I want to be distanced, anyway?
I had an impulse to wave, but I didn’t.
I stood there for the longest time, just watching.
I make things up. I do.
I don’t know what to do.
No one’s around.
I didn’t want to wind up like that, that’s for sure.
I sat there a long time in silence, staring at the floor.
They never turned to see me.
I knew what they were doing.
I’d dare myself to go in there, just go in and appear and don’t say a thing.
They never talked.
In another language, in another time, her name meant “happiness”, I guess.