Constantly in Motion
There is a certain irony in trying to photography cherry blossoms. Why try to preserve what is only beautiful because it is impermanent?
There is a certain irony in trying to photography cherry blossoms. Why try to preserve what is only beautiful because it is impermanent?
I exhale and molecules that once comprised my flesh are thrown forth.
Carbon atoms forged in the furnaces of ancient stars,
borrowed to build what stands before you,
now recycled to the air,
possibly to become flesh again.
I complete and am completed. (more…)
Not so much. I had a particular idea in mind, but only managed to partially realize the final image.