balacharde's photostream  

"We spun around and round, photographing everything. It was our last roll of Kodachrome film, the one that renders prints filled with cellular static, some fine grain of missing detail that enhances, renders sublime. There we were, seeing things again, transforming them into frames, angles. In every tree branch, we saw pixels, the fragmenting light, the images already fixed as we wanted to see them in ten years time. In a way, we were looking at the dead past as it was before us — images stitched together, for now, in this shabby celluloid called reality. But so much richer, so much more vivid, once we had abstracted them, captured them — when we had left out those layers of color that so drown our breathing in the here and now."


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