Sunday, August 26, 2012
Day Two Hundred Thirty Nine 2012
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
There it is--a tiny white spot in the evening sky even though it is nearly 80% full.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag