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
I’m always sad to wake up.
Everywhere you look, there is a sign of life.
Here is how life is best lived.
What’s the other half of things?
It wasn’t meant to be a joke.
I finally knew what was mine.
Sometimes it just feels like time fleeing.
This has been a long time coming.
After that, he came untethered and wandered south.
He went around the block for the dozenth time.
A universe upside down.
His compass is attuned only to absence, to abandonment.