Here's how this works: I "spin" the wheel on my camera roll, so to speak. And blindly select a random picture when it stops.
One thing that strikes me as I look at photos I've taken is how fleeting every moment is. Catching these pieces of time is an overwhelming responsibility. I often feel like the keeper of these bursts of reality. Lives that have changed. Or possibly ended. Yet they are eternally preserved because I happened upon them and was compelled to capture and interpret them.
What would these moments be had I not been there? Would that change things? Did I effect them? Invent them? Create them somehow?
Or, you know, maybe I'm full of it and they're just a bunch of bytes. And once I'm gone, they'll go with me...leaving no significant mark or ripple anywhere in the collective consciousness. 🙈🙉🙊