Tuesday evening, I walked out of my friend’s apartment and just stood in the street. It was 6:59 p.m. The sun was already almost down. I could see only the last of it above the horizon.
I can tell you the exact time not from memory but from the timestamp on this picture.
I take pictures of moments. I freeze time. It is a habit, but only a fairly new one. …
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