A collection of visual stories
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shadowed self
an ethereal absence of light
creating stories out of nothing...
...or everything




fleeting scenes
i'm collecting fleeting scenes
through a car window
absorbing each moment
creating stories i'll never hear
from lives i'll never know
this world so big
and the people so many
...and yet
our paths did cross




through windows underground:
tiny fleeting glimpses of passing human stories
the movement. energy. fleeting glances from strangers you will only ever see that one time your paths crossed in an underground tunnel. each of us living out our own human stories. complete lives with love, hate, kindness, compassion, jealousy, insecurity, strength, and all the many emotions and traits that reside in each of us. those feelings that make our entire world and can feel so overwhelming
...but are just a glimpse and a moment
in the eyes of a stranger.



