sooner
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Hi Folks,
I found this slide at the bottom of a slide tray box the other day. It belonged to a former owner, and I was just going to toss it. Then I looked closer. The owner had written "St. Martin's church, Canterbury, England, June '68" on it. It struck me, staring at the vibrant almost 40-year old slide, why I love photography. A picture captures a moment in time and in so doing makes us aware of it, as if time itself were some invisible substance rushing past us, flushing our lives forward. Stop! So, what should I do with the slide now that it's provoked this silly romanticism in me?
I found this slide at the bottom of a slide tray box the other day. It belonged to a former owner, and I was just going to toss it. Then I looked closer. The owner had written "St. Martin's church, Canterbury, England, June '68" on it. It struck me, staring at the vibrant almost 40-year old slide, why I love photography. A picture captures a moment in time and in so doing makes us aware of it, as if time itself were some invisible substance rushing past us, flushing our lives forward. Stop! So, what should I do with the slide now that it's provoked this silly romanticism in me?