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time stops still

Crissy Field, SF
[my flickr - san francisco]

there is an interesting conundrum here, whether we stop to appreciate the world, or we stop to take photos of the world. the level of satisfaction differs greatly for both. some magic can only appear on slates of digital images. but the real magic comes from the memories of time that never passes.

Comments

Arv said…
Awesome bro :)
Cinderella. said…
Should I say "Hemm.." or should I write something nice ?
Karthi said…
I heard from a foreign traveler that he never carries a camera as it hinders the enjoying the present. Zen philosophy.
Kavi said…
So it seems to me that you are soaking into SF !

lovely !! Enjoy !
Vesper de Vil said…
I found this quote on a friend's blog: The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.
-- Brooks Atkinson
Nachi said…
aha! :D
Ghost Particle said…
[arv] thank you bro.

[girl] :P say anything you, from the heart.

[karthi] excellent words bro. truly, the zen oh his soul is his content, but for us, is it the art or the memories we keep detached but close to us? :)

[kavi] its an amazing city sir, thank you.

[kristen] superb quote Kristen, indeed the goal is to keep searching for the hidden majestic vistas of a world sometimes the eyes are too slow, or too fast to see. as we improve, we search for more amazing worlds :) thank you.

[nachi] aha! :D
Jeevan said…
very true bro! sometime the pictures take us to time, but memories remain with us. cool :)
Miladysa said…
Beautiful!
Princess said…
so true friend..
awesome shot.

captured are a few while witnessed glories of nature are huge and the whole of nature can't imagine the vastness.

-Aiz.
Stupidosaur said…
Yepp about reality and photos. Its true.

People are often surprised how much happier they look in the photo comapred to the actual memories of the moment.

Not from horses mouth. Read somewhere. But does seem applicable to me.
Ghost Particle said…
[jeevan] well said brother, thats exactly how it is. images flash forever in us, bt the memories of being there, is more than anything :)

[milady] thank you Milady :) Hugs.

[princess] thank you :) and an amazing quote there. thank you so much for the vision.

[ssor] somehow, slates are different because of the known and unknown. ppl might fear of what would be kept as a reference of them in the future, hence they are appear in this magical machines that capture seconds. bt in reality, all hearts are broken, all lives are chaos and all days end.

thx bro.
venus66 said…
Hi, how are you? Beautiful shot.

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