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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