Self-Photography

Ever since I bought the Nikon, I have learned that people were as much a shadow of the sun as a tree is a personification of an inverted waterfall, they all get washed-away never fully developed. It has been growing upon me, this sense of exposure in a photograph, this feeling of being of the picture but not in the picture, an image taken of a person no longer there, or that never was. It is not a moment in time, it is a moment erasing itself in someone else’s mind. The mind I have now cannot remind itself of any certain time. A ghost-light is uncovered - seen to be haunting itself. When I look at these self-portraits taken by this stranger I have become, it is as if I am witnessing the latter-day works of a passing sky.