I’m not entirely sure what makes a photograph, beautiful. But the way my mind chooses to remember incidents, people and things are by way of dramatic snapshots, a frozen moment that pulsates through my brain, leaving what I imagine, what ultimately becomes an impression. Maybe that’s what good photographs are meant to convey, not to strive to be aesthetic, but simply to recreate the feeling of a memorable impression.
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