- almost home
- on the count of three
- in an instant
- With every snap of my Polaroid another instant is frozen. Paused for memory and to be examined later for all the details I’m sure I could have missed. I maintain an unfailing need to stop and hold as much time, as many moments as possible. There is an enormous sense of joy that comes from such simple but instant gratification. There is power in realizing your vision the moment you create it. Time is precious and a need to own it in every way dominates much of my instinct. It’s an indescribable feeling to make the intangible tangible, to hold a memory in your hand, and collect moments as if they’re baseball cards.
- this is my pittsburgh
- west of here