Change

There are times I hate taking pictures, because I realize sometimes that what I'm taking a picture of can—and probably will be—drastically changed in a very short time period. Relationships are a key example of that, but that isn't the extent of it. I have many pictures of Joe from the one term he was back at school for this very reason, actually—I recognized somehow that there could come a time, sooner rather than later, where he wouldn't be there, and I wanted to document the moment while I could. There are also pictures of the now-graduated class of 2010, and photos from before the Beloved breakfast/lunch table split into two parts. Madi's hair is a different color now. (Love you honey ^^) The sunsets and sunrises I document have already happened, and will never appear in the sky quite that way ever again. The concert shots freeze a moment in time that can never, ever be duplicated, even if I've seen the band six times.

Looking at these old pictures, as I got the chance to do recently to make collages for some of the graduating seniors, always gives me a pang caught somewhere between sadness and something that can only be described as a reminder of my mortality. I, too, will shift and change, just like the situations and places that I photograph. This is not a bad thing. It means that I am fulfilling my part in the Universe, a Universe that is built for adaptation and fluidity, and I am completely at peace with that fact.

All of the pictures in this entry are of something that is not the same as when I took it. Enjoy the display of the wonders of time and change, my friends.