The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.
The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.
Photography invites one to give up any attempt to delineate such things as can delineate themselves.
What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?
Sometimes I think and other times I am.
Fidelity to meaning alone in translation is a kind of betrayal.