some of london
paris past six
mediterranean
watercities
The happiness of having found a form for a subject is as fleeting as the phantom image of the sun behind closed eyelids. It cannot be reproduced a second time. To view the finished picture creates just an echo of reality. That's the reason for the melancholy inherent in photography. The only way to escape it: keep searching, keep finding, take a new picture. Sisyphus is right.
The happiness of having found a form for a subject is as fleeting as the phantom image of the sun behind closed eyelids. It cannot be reproduced a second time. To view the finished picture creates just an echo of reality. That's the reason for the melancholy inherent in photography. The only way to escape it: keep searching, keep finding, take a new picture. Sisyphus is right.