moving memories

these next three days of photographs will be a running memory of one day's worth of moving images:

with the sadness of a character in a Ozu film, i hide behind the emptiness of a glass frame. i hide behind the joy of false friendships. i take pictures to not only capture the beauty, but more so to encapsulate the prevalent sadness of a the person trapped behind the lens, forever distant from the beauty itself, like a prisoner in her prison cell. i wrote to evan on silhouettes, "we like the shadow because we like the mystery of things we can't see. perhaps it forces us to really see more of the picture."