
So, here I am on day one hundred thirty, standing in the rain, taking pictures of raindrops on the Peonies. There's a song--or a joke--in there somewhere.
"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