Truth is Perfection; Truth Seldom Looks Perfect

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.” -Claude Monet

I perhaps owe having become a photographer to the essence of time. Time is my obsession, my fixation.  Every moment is always on its way out, and the next one is always coming.  What is it like to freeze time?  Nostalgia perfects.  Looking back, our minds sweeten what we want to cherish, downplay what we want to forget.  So, an imperfect photo can be the most perfect reflection of a moment, in that it feels realistic.

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