115
22Sep07
The breeze or attractions unknown kept the others at bay, and for two glorious minutes I was alone. For one minute and fifty five seconds, I stared at the empty seat across from me. It wasn’t the weathered, silvery grain of the timber seat that held my attention, it was its potential-laden emptiness. One hundred and fifteen seconds of sanguine anticipation, and five seconds to capture the memory of those moments in time where the possibilities were endless.
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I like this photo, very much. I also love the idea of moments where possibilities are endless. I guess every moment is like that, if we can stop and realize it.
This photo feels like the antithesis to my life right now. But even in the midst of a dramatic life crisis I know it is all a matter of perception. That this seat could be both as full as it is empty.
maybe? {maybe I have had a few too many drinks tonight?}
That photo triggered off a whole load of memories: of going places and coming back. The way you’re suspended in your journey until you’re on land again. Thanks.
i love this image. the cropping and composition are lovely and it captures so well the feeling of being on a journey.