November 15, 2005

  • No, there’s no ~real~ ice here in Southern California…but there is ice in my fridge. This is what happens when the iced tea freezes over and I am there with my trusty camera

    To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt. Susan Sontag

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