I've been thinking about moments lately.
This photo of a December afternoon in Paris has been the background on my laptop for a few weeks. Yesterday, I noticed how many things in this image are fleeting. Resting birds. Floating balloons. Empty bench. Stacked chairs. Stilled merry-go-round. Not the normal stance of those nouns. And that's what makes this picture exceptional. Not the black and white. Not the composition. Not the subject. Instead, the moment. Peace. Despite the wind.
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