The purpose of a photograph is simply
to capture a memory, to imprison it
more accurately, to allow it to be
where you can always find it.

Never mind that any prisoner
grows prematurely old, loses
vitality, slips down a slope that
inevitably result in death .

Often, the photo will fade, lose
color as the event slips into
the fog of time, edges recede
and the sharpness of a moment grows dull.

Some cultures believe a photograph
steals a bit of the soul of the subject,
I believe that it condemns its subject
to cease living, a death before death.