“Only fools are enslaved by time and space.”

You hear a lot of photographers talking about freezing time, capturing the decisive moment.  I like to play on the flip side of that coin.

Leaving the shutter open lets time compress into a single moment.  Light plays tricks on us.  Sit still and you’re frozen, the slightest shift causes blurring, move quickly and you can disappear altogether.  We are all ephemeral beings, the fragile space between is far greater than we are comfortable admitting.  The difference between preserving your mark and dissipating into a streak, a ghost, is dictated by a mere fraction of a second, harnessed by a flapping mirror.

The advent of photography allowed people to see for the first time what motion looked like when frozen in time.  But they, like their subjects, are all gone now.  Time and space are subjective.