Happy New Year

It is through my photographs that I am acutely aware of the passage of time. The photographic image fixes a place or moment and time stops. Until the next image alters that truth. Last summer I made an image such as this, and called it the perfect moment. And it was, then. But it was a fleeting moment, ephemeral and long gone. 5 months later that moment is only a photographic one. Time marches on.