Three Birds

May 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

I had been happy the whole day thinking about the two flying birds I caught with my lens in one and only film. I had forgotten, or wanted to forget, the dead one I had photographed with my next film. 

It’s only because we forget death that everything we do has a meaning. And it’s only when we remember death we understand this meaning.

(Fist published in my Instagram account.)



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