I like photos which could pass off as movie stills.
O, the contingency of that stolen moment:
The man with the stroller would walk out of the frame.
The light would fade.
The newspaper lying on the ground would be gnawed by indifferent feet.
The woman would finish that cigarette.
And us, we would stop loving each other.
Or it could be the beginning of something even greater.
My new memory card should arrive within next week and I shall start shooting in larger file sizes!
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