The photographic image tries to represent our essence as best it can. But it is always doomed to fail for one instant in a trillion instants can not represent it all. We age, we change and what remains the same can never be seen.
Behind flickering eyes and beaming smiles our essence lays dormant. At 42 I’m still pondering what might be, could be and what is. Obscured and directionless I face away, extracted from my daily life is where I’m happiest.