Portrait of Meag West by Alex Covo
playing in dumbo, brooklyn, nyc
Too much time. Not enough time.
It’s always one or the other. Sometimes it feels like days are condensed to hours. Hours to minutes. Other times it’s the complete opposite. All I know is that when I am shooting time seems to correct itself. It stops for a moment. It freezes in a frame. That’s the beauty of photography, of a photo. It stops time. Just for a moment. It reminds us that as linear as we perceive time. It’s not. It changes and bends with every frame we capture. It takes us from the present to the past, and back again, in a blink of an eye. I guess that’s why I will always love photo albums. Our own personal time capsules.