So forget about time, because photographs are all about space, no?
Taking pictures of people, places and whatever object I consider to be snapped, gives me an image of something extended in space. The moment of time it might preserve is less obvious, because time is an idea and not a thing.
Here we are with moments of time, the big ones of the whole world in a tiny moment, and also the very very tiny ones which will disappear in a blink, lasting no longer than the breeze in a bird’s plume or like the song of dried leaves under my feet.
Momento mori: that it is. This is, what I will become.

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