/and time stood still

/and time stood still

I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody. And my life had not been a full orchestra for a long time. A single note only—and that note unchanging nothingness. I channeled the energy of “Into the Wild” and backpacked across Western Europe. A journey that broke the barriers of genres and helped me compose a new symphony. This series is my humble attempt to tell you a story about one little phrase in the music of my life on Earth.

Starting the set with what I could only describe as time standing still. No one needs an introduction to the beauty that’s Switzerland. Visiting the mountain First, I felt like a toddler who had just learned to walk and had entered a toy store. I was surrounded by beauty. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough.

Yet I took my time. Slowed down and let the magnificence introduce itself to my soul. The brooding presence of a mighty tall salt-and-pepper look First spoke to me in languages that can’t be written. It exuded a longevity, us mere mortals, don’t have the luxury of. So, in the moment time stood still, I decided to make a photograph that’d probably stand the test of time. And here’s the result.

I froze one moment, a mere eightieth of a second of this mountain’s lifetime, but I am happy with the way it turned out. And I hope I did an okay job.

These were shots #57 and #94.

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