Time passes in moments ... moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed.
But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes?
In their liminal space between life and departure, these images are the lasting reminder of the lives now past. Captured with eyes open we see the effect of the humans; the paths we take although not always avoidable should not be forgotten.
But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes?
In their liminal space between life and departure, these images are the lasting reminder of the lives now past. Captured with eyes open we see the effect of the humans; the paths we take although not always avoidable should not be forgotten.
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