do you ever look at a picture and see a stranger in the background? it makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you; how many moments of other people's lives we've been in. were we a part of a stranger's life when their dream came true? or were we there when their dreams died? did we keep trying to get in as if we were destined to be there? or did the shot take us by surprise and not even know it?
we wonder why black and white photos capture our soul and take our breath away. i think it's because without color, we aren't drawn to the makeup, or the color of our eyes or our hair, or even the color of our skin. black and white photos capture the innocence on one's face. we see the glow from the inside that brightens the eyes, the skin, and the smile. it grabs the truth that liberates us. sometimes color is too confusing.
(...a picture is worth a thousand words, my friend.)
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