How often do we observe how fast life moves? And how seldom is that a compliment? Maybe I’m just getting old, but I find that I savor the moments when the world stops dashing around for a little while and slows down to the tempo of a good book or cup of hot tea.
Photos are by their nature still. They’re actually quite good at capturing motion, but even the most energetic picture still lacks actual movement or even video’s persistence-of-vision illusion of action. When you look at a photograph, what you see (in most cases) took place in a small fraction of a second. But that instant and everything that happened in it is held in place for you to examine and contemplate for as long as you want.
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