I like my husband’s photography and writing so much that I want to share it with you.
As photographers, time is all we have. It’s our canvas, the base upon which we apply light.
But we don’t control it. Sometimes it’s a lumbering thing, and the moments between seconds stretch out like a slowing heartbeat.
Sometimes it’s running, and the hours melt away beneath its feet like water.
We don’t own time. We borrow it, but we can’t stop it.