
This purple Morning Glory was the only thing blooming in a sea of weeds on our hill side this afternoon. Just one. Probably why it caught my eye.
"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