That new camera phone turns unwanted persons to empty lanes, turns overcast skys to sunny days.
Why? What? For?
Theres ways lies frame. A fib of light. A half-truth of sight.
An overcast sky off a pond with people in frame.
What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all? No Coining - All Rights Reserved
That new camera phone turns unwanted persons to empty lanes, turns overcast skys to sunny days.
Why? What? For?
Theres ways lies frame. A fib of light. A half-truth of sight.
An overcast sky off a pond with people in frame.