He awoke, again. This time it was in his bed, or so he thought. So he remembered. His travels never took long, they never were far. Just a few minutes, but always into the future. He would go, then wait for everything to catch up. Not exactly what he had thought it would be. Time travel, that is. Not at all like what he had thought it would be, not what he had hoped back then. Before.
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the camera is not the key to photography’s past, but it is photography’s future. The camera, and lens based imagery may be the only footprints across the sandy beach of a future.
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