Grandson Elijah and I caught a little jump time on the trampoline this afternoon right before the storms came through.
"No more pictures!" He thinks if he hides his face, I can't take his picture. He don't know me very well, do he?
"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