Dusk

Like a snowball gathering speed as it heads downhill, the sun slips below the horizon, marking the end of the day, and the week. Where did the time go? Quite a lot of it spent looking at photographs, in my researching for my college essay question about the truth of images. Trouble is, looking at an image leads me into following the stories that lead out from it - the flag raising on Iwo Jima, Fenton's cannonballs, Capa's dying (?) man, the barbed wire in Bosnia. Pictures as part of a bigger narrative. Need to start getting my thoughts into order soon.