In between spaces pt.34

As photographers, time is all we have. It’s our canvas, the base upon which we apply light.

But we don’t control it. Sometimes it’s a lumbering thing, and the moments between seconds stretch out like a slowing heartbeat.

Sometimes it’s running, and the hours melt away beneath its feet like water.

We don’t own time. We borrow it, but we can’t stop it.



In between spaces pt.34