Sometimes places are remembered in flickers of an image. Nothing more than a moment. Like your entire experience is condensed down to less than a second of feelings and one image floats amongst it all. This is not a photo of the moment I remember. I remember holding an apple, sitting in the back of a rented car and cold fingers. Perhaps, photos are meant for the moments we won’t remember. Moments that, if not given form on a phone, memory card or film, could be lost to us forever. Photos capture the pieces of our life that could have passed us by. Marked down as unremarkable, buried away over the years until we dig up old albums from boxes or folders on computers. Then suddenly we are going through entire days that we had almost forgotten ever happened.


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