One of the joys of photography is just getting in the car and turning up
the stereo and riding in search of random scenes. I did this recently and
had a great time.
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I often wonder about my desire to do photography. Is it really a fascination
with stopping time? To crystalize a moment of visual perception. Or maybe
its all just begins with me not wanting to forget all that I have seen
and that pleases me on some asthetic level. This said, I also question
my attraction to things eroding with age. The very things that prove
time cannot be stopped. The beauty of the inevitable.
