We exist in single frames of time, but they pass quickly and seamlessly and so we are unaware of most of them; occasionally, the discrete click of a camera shutter marks the capture of one.
And so we are bestowed with the power to linger over a moment, a memory.
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry, and sometimes we struggle to remember… but no matter how we are affected, we can’t help but think that our frames are finite, our frames are numbered.
—Peter | Prosophos.
↑Leica M9 and Leica 75mm Summilux @ f/1.4.