Photography is an effort to freeze time, to flout that most immutable rule we are governed by: Impermanence.
By freezing spring flowers, I am futilely attempting to dilate time, to hold on to each fleeting ephemeral form and linger over the iced grace that is already beginning to thaw, just now.
iced jasmine, gold leaf, textured glass, wonder.
There is not so much food in my freezer-museum as there are tiny icy canvases filled with frozen Spring. Beauty is another kind of food.
I put the roses she gave me on ice, while we, like Saturday night, melted away.
Iced gold leaf powder, pollen, sneezes, gratitude.
Photography is an effort to freeze time, to flout that most immutable rule we are governed by: Impermanence.
By freezing spring flowers, I am futilely attempting to dilate time, to hold on to each fleeting ephemeral form and linger over the iced grace that is already beginning to thaw, just now.
iced jasmine, gold leaf, textured glass, wonder.
There is not so much food in my freezer-museum as there are tiny icy canvases filled with frozen Spring. Beauty is another kind of food.
I put the roses she gave me on ice, while we, like Saturday night, melted away.
Iced gold leaf powder, pollen, sneezes, gratitude.