The last Dahlia. Maybe.
Showing posts with label Day Two Hundred Seventy Five. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day Two Hundred Seventy Five. Show all posts
Friday, October 2, 2009
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"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