Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 07, 2011
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
I enjoy taking photos of the elderly while at the train stations. Reminds me of how life just passes by - as each train goes on to their destination, the tracks are not always as smooth but they do come by, taking people here and there leaving footprints as they do.