Matter Matters

Matter Matters

Hunt, gather, shoot, purge, repeat

Our destiny, encoded in our ancestral genes is indelible, as if written in stone.

The proliferation of malls is no more than a call; civilization’s unapologetic answer to a primitive urge.

I hunt, I gather and armed (with a camera) I shoot, recognizing my feeble gesture as a holding on to what I must let go.

The photo, slim token, tiny ephemera, is the thing I use to preserve what I must purge.

Posted on November 4, 2011 and filed under Un-Blog Me!.