Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Day Forty Three 2013
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
The winter sun made the sky look like it had a big hole in it today.
"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