Photographs are such amazing things. Capturing a moment, a person, a mood, a relationship. An affectionate glance, two months before the heart-wrenching breakup. What happened? Where did that emotion dissipate to? Suddenly that person is no longer part of his life, no longer in his photographs or amongst his friends. Or a moment of laughter, completely forgotten two years later. But it’s still always there, in cyberspace, pixels on a hard drive, ever the same, for when memory fuzzes over.
