Why do I find transitions so difficult? Love to hate, friend to stranger, summer to autumn, life to death? Some people navigate through these with ease, some with dignity but I walk with those that resist it, abhor it. Like Gollum with the elvish rope...it burns. It is not that I don't like change...that would be too simplistic. Maybe it is the finality of it all...
Maybe this is why I am a photographer...I keep moments.
The End...