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
The tiny stretch of daylight that will become summer.
The seconds pass.
And what did he find?
It will be there.
The answer or the question, one or the other.
He had lost a great and wonderful silence.
It was more like a silence.
He used to have a place in his mind where he could go.
I think the cat was sad.
What have I done now?
The night was very big out there.
The loss of that place made him unsure of this one.
It was a love song, or a sad song.
It felt like the end of things.
It has the sound of something totally inevitable.
You will never be done with it.
And you just can’t do it like that.
A chill comes over you.
It’s like there’s nobody out there in the dark at all.