In discovering our world, we overlook what is leaving us. All things have a season, a purpose, and a time. When our time is up, we fall behind. The finite nature of life is ever on my mind. The world goes on. Surrounded by those who don’t know the fall is coming, who cannot face the thought of their own extinction, I carry on, I document…
I record things that I find meaningful, pieces of a story the world is telling us. That is how I see the fall. It’s a story of beginnings and endings. It is the story of our lives. Your meaning may be different.