Here is the truth the phrase hides:
Click.
You are photographing your own private version of it—the version that exists only in the lustery gap between what your eyes see and what your heart feels. The cam is just a polite fiction. The real apparatus is your memory, your nostalgia, your quiet terror of January. lustery autumn cam
The wind rises. Ten more leaves let go.
I am standing in the beautiful wreckage of time, and I have chosen to look carefully. That is all. That is everything. Here is the truth the phrase hides: Click
You press the shutter.
You do not need to see the photograph. You already know: it will be slightly out of focus, slightly too dark, and absolutely perfect. slightly too dark
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