Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Day Three Hundred Two 2013
The leaves in my neck of the woods seem to be taking their time changing colors. That’s OK. Once they turn, they fall. I’m so not looking forward to bare tree season.
"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