a photo diary
Our world is fixed and firm. We walk on solid ground. We look around us and what we see is clear. A click of the shutter, and the moment is frozen into an image, secured into sharpness.
Our world is fluid and fickle. A dance of particles trembling in emptiness. A swirl of stars and planets in a universe unknowable. A blinking eye, a swaying train and the shivering image fades.
Moment collides with movement. Speed shatters sharpness. Focus flees to the far distance. What is near, escapes us. Enigma encloses us.