Time is a fickle thing.
Change even more so.
The present is influenced by the past, and the future is determined by the present.
Yet, when you try to pinpoint when change happens, it somehow does not happen. You cannot pinpoint to something that changes.
Aristotle held this particularly paradoxical nature of time. For him, the sliver of a possibility of the present was non-existent. The past has already happened, and the future is still to happen, but where does the present feature in this? The sliver of present moments is so thing, it does not exist. It is nothing, or one might state it is liminal, in between the past and the future. The present is merely liminal.
In this series of photographs, I try to capture this idea. I sat on a bench and I tried to capture the "present moment", yet, every time I hit the shutter of my camera a new present was captured but it looked different from the others. The present moment was captured in six different moments, but it never really changed. It stayed the same. It stayed the present, yet it was different.
In any case, I hope you like these couple of images that I took of the setting sun over the small bridge.
In the end, I caught the moment of the setting sun, the bridge became darker and I could not take photographs any longer. Did I capture change? No, I merely caught different presents. Where does change lie in all of these? It was sequential, but I still cannot find change in them.
It makes one think.
In any case, I hope you are well. All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and 50mm lens. The musings are also my own. Happy photographing, stay safe.
