A dark alley. A stranger looking toward a building that is no more, another victim of the ruthless enemy of time. In the reflection, a blue sky that was previously gracing our above, the window acting as a brief time capsule into the very recent past.
Our images regularly catch things we do not. I love taking photographs when I have the slightest urge, they can be a wise investment. I sometimes learn lessons from such images, even if that was not the purpose for capturing the moment in the first place.
I love how a picture that does not change can be so different over time. A reminder that events are set in stone, imagination and realisation constantly changes.