“Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.”
― Jonathan Nolan, Memento mori
This is an older image that I decided to revisit and process. It’s the ruins of an abandoned farmhouse in Stockton, Utah. I hope you like it.
“How Time Heals”, Nikon D300, ISO 200, HDR with bracketed aperture at 10 seconds per frame, 35mm Click the image for a larger, more detailed view. This image is available as a traditional, canvas or metal print.
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Last September, I posted a photo I had taken in July just before the onset of the whirlwind that snatched James and me out of Utah and landed us in Florida. I wasn’t really happy with the photo, but in a rush to try to get something on my blog I threw up an “as is” version anyway. With James’ miracle of healing and pronouncement of being cancer-free despite an original terminal prognosis, our lives are no longer being primarily spent at Orlando’s M. D. Anderson Cancer Clinic. I am thus finding time to blog again on a more regular schedule.
One of the things I’ve been looking forward to was revisiting that photo – one of the first I captured with my pawn shop find of a Mamiya 645 Super medium format film camera. Here it is; I’m much happier with it now. I hope you like it, too.
Mamiya 645 Super, Ilford FP4 Plus ISO 125 film, 50 mm (I failed to record the shutter speed and f/stop used.)
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“I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.
There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?
I know you are unable to imagine this.
Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.”
― Meg Rosoff, What I Was: A Novel
Mamiya 645 Super, Ilford 120, ISO 125, f/16 @ 2 seconds, 55 mm
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
– Patti Smith