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 air is beginning to turn.
No Words Today.
Signed. Notarized. Everything in order.
I think this just about sums it up.
No one spoke.
One would never have known that.
Gone fishin’
What do you dream of?
He said to her, I will provide you with a good life.
If we’re being honest, the dragon looked sickly.
Was there a life for him out there in the world?
He totally had friends.
Why don’t you start again?
So how do I do this?
The man could see that his therapist was not amused.