Page 138 - NyghtVision Magazine Volume 4 #3
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In that moment when I open




                myself - when I love - that which




                is in front of my camera I again




                open  myself  to  the  possibility




                that this moment, like every mo-




                ment, could be my last.





                I open myself not only to the pos-




                sibility of my own death, but to the




                death and dying - before my eyes




                as I watch through the lens - of that




                which has disclosed itself to me -




                be that a woman, a flower..... It mat-




                     ters not.










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