
He spun a web across our back door last night. Then he took it all away this morning and decided to hang out on the door frame. He's totally unpredictable. Creeps me out.
"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