“I thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning and the end.

But I was wrong.

It's not like that at all.

Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti."

Nell, The Haunting of Hill House

An Aeon.

Eternity.

Before it is seen

a photon may have had traveled for Aeons.

In its last moment

it transcends it appearance and forms thought.

A thought that creates emotions.

An emotion that creates action.

An action that creates memory

which can be told and retold and evokes thought, again.

Eventually this thought will be good.

Eventually its memory will be good.

Eventually the action will be good.

And therefore the emotion, too.

Now our spirit, our light,

can transcend back where we came from.

Back into eternity.

To the end of our Aeon.

I hope my photos captured with photons will create

thoughts

emotions

actions

in you.

Through you.

For you.

So you will find where you belong.

Home.