A Thinking Street Photography Site
Here’s where things go to die.
We have a guardian of sorts.
The day is green.
Or deathly pink.
The remains of the day.
There’s a time to build.
A time to tear down.
A time to conserve.
A time to say goodbye to the little world.
And a time to prepare.
I suppose in some way, photographs could be said to be projections of the photographer’s mood…
What are we looking for, at the end of the day?
Sometimes we search for it alone.
Sometimes we swim with friends.
And then we vanish…
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