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We stopped at a local dam on our way to our next destination. The first day of the road trip was coming to an end, and it was fitting. We stopped at a beautiful spot where the sun was just beginning to set. My partner stepped out of the car and there was a slight breeze in her hair. I could not stop myself from taking a couple of picture. It is funny how we always take pictures of these moments. In a very real sense, we live in times where when if you do not take a photograph of something, it did not happen. In a strange way, the moment only becomes real when you photograph it. The act of taking the photograph actualises the moment. But in another sense, this is also not 100% true, as we are only doing this to think back to the moment, a momentary second reliving of the moment. ![2.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23vPChToQJDPmZRAsC93TTjdEsraq8N11G3rYKUmhPDdqoY1mnCiM8zuLfGP3DkJHP8LX.JPG) ___

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___ There is also another layer, where the girl is not showing her face. So, in another sense, she does not yet exist, she is merely a puppet wearing a wig. Flesh but not flesh incarnate. Flesh but not alive. Only skin on photograph. ![6.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23zG2iFKuNYs8CU4p5apmAhqv6SXFSzRwSXWhbGgRfVTV9bEHyq1WejUMUDVH3cTMQvqB.JPG) ___

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___ Nonetheless, the water in the background lured me as well. It looked so beautiful; textured, playful, dancing as the wind slowly creeped over its skin. Just like the wind played through our hair, climbing over us, entering through our skin. ___

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___ I could almost feel the water, the rough yet smooth texture. (Oh, the beautiful contradiction someone said once.) But it really looked like one can just grab at it, to touch it, to jump into it. But there it was, so far from my touch, yet I could smell it. ___ ![11.JPG](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/fermentedphil/23s9GfH8651opzRLQiAAx8wbAKsSXP6tkmVAQSkWEnUUNZeQ6ytxMdKpYod2Wk9Y67dAg.JPG) ___ Then the sun came out, from behind the mountains, almost like the day was going in reverse. But it was obviously not. Strange. In any case, the girl took the camera from me and also shot me, but I got revenge; I took some photographs of her while she was photographing something else. ___

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___ In the end, we laughed a bit before we finally set off again, toward the place where we would stay the night. For now, happy photographing, and keep well. *All of the musings and writings are my own. The photographs are also my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens.*