From series: 2000filmteen - a film image each day of 2014
“Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.”- F.Scott Fitzgerald
A few days into this month, I felt it slipping through my fingers. As result of which I began savoring moments longer, and reminding myself to breathe deeper because things that fade haven’t been known to give an encore, but an endnote. But it wasn’t the series of endings I found significant, but the impressions left in the time just before, in the fading. The last few glimmers of golden hour, the space left between parting words in conversation, the tingling feeling in your fingers at their realization of warmth at coming in from the cold; all inundated with impressions I readily repeated with trigger finger countenance.
November was spent admiring the beautiful before it grew dim in all the parts of myself and circumstances. To not mourn the decline into vapor, but revel at the profound exit, whether it be whispered or sky-written. Everything that has the ability to possess beauty, is deserving of a long, hard last look.
Rachel McCord | Yashica D | 120mm Kodak Portra 400
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