We are time. We are light.
We are meaning-seeking creatures. We are the heroes of our own narratives.
Yet, we are only human.
Genetically, we are 99.9% the same. Saying that we are more similar than different is a vast understatement.
Our bodies are made from the dust of ancient stars. Over four billion years of existence have led to this precise moment; from the beginning of the universe to the formation of this planet, to the dinosaurs, cave dwellers, the time of kings and queens, to electricity, cars, planes, the World Wars, the Civil Rights movement, to our parents meeting each other, and then to us being born. It has all led up to you reading these words right now.
It’s all too easy to look around and think that nothing is out of the ordinary. I often need to remind myself of just how mysterious, wondrous, and absolutely absurd life is. It’s a mindset I strive to have on the streets.
These photographs are a result of being in the right place at the right time, of serendipity. Sometimes these coincidences somehow even feel meaningful.
Why do I think any one moment – in a stream of endless moments – is more significant than another? It’s a question that I continue to ask myself. In doing so, I am forced to reflect on my beliefs, values, and relationship to humanity. The same themes seem to reoccur.
Our consciousness defines us, yet it creates this illusion that we are separate from the rest of existence.
We are like a wave that thinks it is separate from the ocean.
We are like a leaf that thinks it is different from the tree it grows upon.
We are nothing, and yet we are everything.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
And of remembering.