things change; nothing stays the same. Time changes things, people and places; time afterall is the great emancipator. It is only in our minds that we hold captive the memories we lived, the visions our eyes have seen, the words our tongues have spoken and the voices to which our ears have listened. No matter how much pain and anquish we may have suffered, time heals it all; time only permits one to remember the lost years as fond memories, the others forgotten. And so I remember this house, this abode I walked by for many years,...
this is a project that i've been working on for four months, and i've finally finished it.
our hands make us much of what we are. we shield ourselves from strangers, especially in city streets. these nineteen photos are an...