"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
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Everything has a genesis and its own predestined end. But the transition is a slow process that involves the gradual degradation in form and beauty. The beautiful becomes deformed and ugly, and the magnificent artifacts become victims of Time's ravages. Bricks come out like naked pieces of reality begging for the empathy of the passers-by.
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
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