Quietly, strangely, relevant


I promised myself that if I had nothing to say about the scene in front of me, I would not, could not, take the picture. I would not take my camera out of my bag, unclip the lens cap and compose an image. If I had nothing to say, then what was the point ?

I could not think of anything to say about this scene, but somehow it seemed quietly, strangely relevant and by saying that, then perhaps I can say something after all ?





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